Xu Wenqing looked at his grandniece's awkward expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
After laughing, he got up to take his leave.
Qin Yao thought to herself, finally, you're ready to leave, and quickly asked Da Lang to fetch a food container to pack the half-eaten plate of cake on the table so the grandfather and granddaughter could take it with them.
Xu Wenqing thought to himself, are you treating me like a beggar?
But seeing his grandniece's silly joy, he could only smile helplessly.
The child wasn't wrong; the chefs in the Imperial Kitchen really did get worse each year, failing to make even a simple cake and milk tea.
"Come by next time when you have time." Xu Wenqing said to Qin Yao with a smile.
Qin Yao shrugged, "I may not always be at home."
In other words, you'd better check before you come.
Xu Wenqing was in a great mood, not only was he not disappointed by the lack of welcome, but he was smiling all the way and murmuring, "Nice, really nice."
