Yu Zihan seemed to notice Yu Jiuqing's slight surprise. He turned his face away and said, "Xiang Qiao told me you like red bean cakes, Father. And you probably don't remember, but when I used to eat with you as a child, you were always particularly fond of desserts made with red beans."
Although they rarely ate together later on, he had still unconsciously committed his father's preferences to memory.
Yu Jiuqing was slightly stunned, unable to articulate the feeling in his heart. He took the cake his son handed him and said, "Thank you."
Yu Zihan paused, then looked at Yu Jiuqing with a serious expression. "If you like it, Father, please have more."
Before Yu Jiuqing could be surprised again, he picked a rose cake from the plate and offered it to Shen Qing. "You have some too, Mother."
Shen Qing had always enjoyed pastries made from fresh flowers, and even preferred floral teas.
