Because the red dates and hawthorn were ground and mixed into the pastries, shaped into red date and hawthorn puree and then steamed, the taste was quite good, soft, sticky, and sweet.
Ye Muyu unknowingly ate two pieces.
Chu Heng was feeding her naturally from the side.
Ye Muyu had eaten lunch, so she wasn't hungry at the moment, after having two pieces, she stopped tasting more.
"Have some tea." Chu Heng casually handed her the tea.
Ye Muyu took it as usual, took a sip to relieve the sweetness in her mouth, then suddenly paused, turning to look at him with scrutiny: "Did you get injured?"
Chu Heng's movement froze, then he quickly covered his chest and coughed lightly: "It's fine, just a small movement, it won't pull on the wound."
"Are you sure?" Ye Muyu looked at him with a seemingly amused expression, knowing well that he had been fooling her all along; if not for the consideration that his wound was indeed deep, she would have righted him.
