Bai Zhi'er walked in with small steps, her feet pitter-pattering.
Qingmei stayed outside, being chatted up by Chu Ping.
"Xiao Mei, do you want some sweets from Tengyun Building? I'll bring you some next time I enter the palace for work."
"I don't eat them, they're too sweet."
"Oh, you like things bitter?"
Qingmei: ...
Chu Ping's puzzled voice came through: "Xiao Mei, why aren't you responding?"
Inside, Feng Fuce heard Bai Zhi'er's footsteps and had already stood up from behind the table.
The little one's visit this time included a basket on her arm.
"Brother Fu Ce, look, what did I bring you!"
Bai Zhi'er's big eyes were round and adorable as she lifted her small hand.
Feng Fuce glanced down, chuckling softly: "A few pieces of milk cake?"
Bai Zhi'er nodded repeatedly: "They're delicious! Uncle Imperial Chef made a new flavor, with red beans inside!"
Feng Fuce casually picked up a piece and took a couple of bites.
