But then she saw Yu Zihan produce a bag of flour from who knows where. He poured more than half of it into a basin, then added a large ladle of water.
But he had clearly added too much water. The flour turned into a thin, lumpy paste that stuck all over his hands—it was a complete disaster.
A rare look of helplessness crossed Yu Zihan's face. "I happened to overhear that Maid you sent to Princess Mingzhu's side talking to someone," he said. "She said the princess didn't sleep at all last night and was secretly crying in the middle of the night.
That girl... ahem, Princess Mingzhu was the most spoiled person back in the Capital City. Now that such a huge disaster has befallen her, a young woman like her must feel completely lost and helpless.
I remember she loved the pastries you used to make in the Capital City, so I thought I'd try to make some red bean cakes for dessert after dinner, just like you."
'Coincidentally, Father loves red bean cakes too.'
