"You little rascal, really think you're still a child!" Ms. Qin shot him an annoyed glance but couldn't help happily looking him up and down. Then she turned to her staff and said, "You all go about your work. He's not an outsider, he's my nephew. Bring out another serving of the peach pastry we just launched." Saying that, she pulled Shen Xiangchen outside to sit: "I remember you! Just like Cen Jin, you loved sweets since childhood. You even ruined your teeth because of it and had to go for an extraction, but you didn't want to go. You wet your pants, and Cen Jin laughed at you for a long time."
"Auntie, I'm all grown up now. Can you stop mentioning that embarrassing incident whenever you see me?" Shen Xiangchen's face turned bitter, responding helplessly.
"Alright, I won't say it anymore." Ms. Qin pulled out a tissue, wiping off the flour from her hands, and as if on cue, the waiter brought over the peach pastry. Ms. Qin gestured: "Come, try our new product from this period."
