After thinking it over, Nora Scott ultimately didn't manage to snatch that half mooncake back from Pedro Langley's hands.
Pedro Langley said, Flora Loughton only cooks once a year, makes mooncakes once.
Nora Scott didn't have high hopes, but the moment she tasted it, the sweet and tender flavor shattered all her guesses—it tasted better than expected, no worse than what you buy in the market.
This skill is truly worth recognizing.
"How is it?" Pedro Langley asked.
"Delicious."
Nora Scott never hesitates to give her compliments.
Pedro Langley smiled softly, loosened his fingers on the phone screen, and sent out a voice message he had just recorded.
As for Nora Scott, who was earnestly eating the mooncake, she didn't notice this small gesture of Pedro Langley at all.
"Can't deny it, I'm really getting old. How long have I been at it, and just a bit of work makes my back ache." Ward sighed heavily in the courtyard.
