The little young master had no clue about the thoughts within Zhu Qianyu, only savoring his way through nearly a quarter of a cake before stopping in satisfaction.
"Phew… Really delicious. I'll take the rest home for Beibei and Guoguo. Thank you!"
Zhu Qianyu looked at him with a peculiar expression, "Oh, suit yourself!"
The little young master thought his ravenous way of eating had startled her and laughed awkwardly, "Did I look like a starving ghost just now? Haha, I really love sweet things, and your cake is truly delicious, the sweetness is just right, not overwhelming at all, and the mango is so fresh, even tastier than my daddy's."
Zhu Qianyu's expression grew even more peculiar. She had assumed this man was definitely some rich heir, but it seemed his daddy was a pastry chef?
