Xu Jing was taken aback, but couldn't help but smile broadly. She stood up, walked over, squatted down, and looked Yuwa, who was at eye level, and said, "Why have you come over again? Do the adults at your home know about this?"
Today, Yuwa was wearing a round-collared robe with white goldfish patterns, loosely tied with a golden belt, making him look even whiter and cuter, a little white dumpling brought to life.
His small hands were still struggling to hold a Huachun Garden box, and surprisingly, it was even bigger than the box from last time.
Upon seeing this, Xu Jing's smile stiffened slightly.
Did this little kid really think she loved the pastries from that store?
Even if she liked them, she couldn't eat so much! Last time, she and Chunyang and Chunxiang had to eat until their stomachs were about to burst to barely finish the box.
