He got the cake and without even grabbing a pair of chopsticks, immediately bit into it, "Mmm, Mianmian, this cake is really delicious."
As Zhao Xiaojuan looked at the cake in her hands, emitting a sweet fragrance, she used chopsticks to pick up a small piece, put it in her mouth, and carefully savored the taste, which instantly conquered her taste buds.
This cake was truly delicious!
To say the least, it was the tastiest pastry she had ever had in her life.
However, she only tasted one bite and then stopped eating. Zhaodi hadn't come to the birthday feast again, and she felt uneasy knowing such delicious food had been missed by the child.
So she planned to take the cake home later, to let Zhaodi have a taste.
Da Ya, sitting behind her, also carefully ate half of the cake, thinking of her sister who hadn't come this time.
Seeing that Da Ya had only eaten half, Zhao Xiaojuan knew what she was thinking. Seeing her girls so close in affection made her very comforted.
