Ji Pianpian's bright eyes were eagerly fixed on Ying Ze.
It seemed that under such a gaze, rejecting it would bring a sense of guilt, as if committing some unforgivable crime. With two bystanders fanning the flames, he eventually nodded.
Having secured Ying Ze's promise, Ji Pianpian wisely stopped pressing. She took the tray from the maid behind her and placed it on the stone table in front of the three of them.
At this point, they noticed that the tray held three plates of exquisite pastries.
Upon seeing this, Ji Yaohua's eyes immediately sparkled. He reached out to grab some, introducing to the other two, "These are Pianpian's specialty pastries, even I rarely get to enjoy them, you two are quite lucky!"
However, just as his hand was halfway there, Ji Pianpian smacked it back.
He looked at Ji Pianpian with a face full of grievance, but she pouted playfully and said, "These are prepared for Young Master Ying and City Lord Mu."
