The cake melted in her mouth, dense without being greasy. The tiny white decorations on top were soft and sweet. A wondrous sensation exploded across her taste buds, and Cheng Xue's eyes instantly widened.
"This... this is way too delicious!" she thought. "Boohoo, how can there be someone so incredibly skilled in this world!"
Cheng Xue's tears and drool threatened to fall simultaneously. Abruptly switching sides, she spoke up indignantly on Deng Yuyuan's behalf. "You're the child's father, and you make ten yuan a month in salary. Why haven't you been paying child support?"
"I... I have to give my mother six yuan every month, and sometimes I have to buy gifts for my nephew," Zhang Jiahua replied with a bitter smile. He figured that only by placating his family could he keep them from making trouble for Deng Yuyuan.
At that moment, any lingering trace of Cheng Xue's unspoken affection for Zhang Jiahua completely vanished into thin air.
