The feast was amazing. It brought Anji back to her childhood days, seeing all the snacks she loved. Although she had grown up in many ways, her sweet tooth was something that remained unchanged.
Mingshen and Yihao watched as their youngest devoured all the desserts before the meal. It was both a satisfying and mysterious thing.
"Did the Mystical Qilin Sect starve you?" Yihao asked. "You know we can always pack some with us for the journey to the capital, right? There's no need to force yourself to finish it all today."
With her cheeks full of food, Anji resembled a squirrel. Her hands reached for another plate of tanghulu.
Swallowing with difficulty, Anji drank a mouthful of tea before explaining how she had a separate stomach for desserts that had been starving for a long time.
