He remembered thinking at the time, 'I've only been gone for a few days, and such a bustling little shop has already opened up near the house.'
'Shops like this will probably become more and more common. Qin Muqing must have been inside buying groceries then.'
Lin Li raised his right hand, and a small paper bag appeared out of thin air. "Here, take this," he said to Qin Muqing.
"What's this?" Qin Muqing took the small paper bag from Lin Li and asked curiously.
Earlier, while riding in the carriage, he had separated some of the pastries from the large bag Zhu Xinru had given him. "They're pastries. I was visiting a friend's house this morning, and she gave me some that her family's Pastry Chef made. They're delicious. You should try them later."
"Oh, they're pastries!" Qin Muqing's eyes instantly lit up when she heard this.
Back when she was still at home, she would spend her afternoons alone in the garden pavilion, eating pastries, drinking tea, and enjoying her leisure time.
