"Darcy, you dummy, this is for you."
"Ivan, here's yours too~"
Leonard Churchill handed a packet to Darcy, one to Ivan, who was already well-acquainted, and kept one for himself.
This greedy girl couldn't care less about the dignity of a noble lady, happily clutching her own packet and starting to eat.
Leonard Churchill, free of any burdens of being an icon, opened the paper bag and casually took out a piece of crystalline pastry and began eating it.
It was soft and glutinous as it entered his mouth, and the taste was indeed superb.
Darcy also ate with great enjoyment.
The trio, master and disciples, walked and ate like this, making it hard for others to discern that he was a top-notch expert.
As they walked, suddenly a burly man led several guards quickly into view.
Upon seeing him, Isabel's eyes immediately lit up: "Father!"
She glanced at Leonard Churchill, as if seeking approval: Teacher?
Leonard Churchill smiled.
