The young master definitely wasn't just making small talk; it's just that he's truly been thinking about the taste of her cake these past few days.
Zhu Qianyu always thought that men basically don't like sweet foods like cake and ice cream, finding them too rich.
Her brothers were no exception; they all extremely disliked sweets. And she was infinitely grateful that they didn't like them; otherwise, they would undoubtedly treat her like a servant and have her running in circles.
"Do you like eating cake? Isn't it too rich?"
Zhu Qianyu was deeply suspicious that he was just saying the cake was delicious to please her.
"Not at all; the cream is both fragrant and smooth, and the fresh mango pairs perfectly with it. I love it! Later, my daddy tried several times but couldn't replicate the taste you made."
Talking about sweet cakes, the young master's dark eyes lit up, showing his unmistakable food-lover nature.
