He used several "again" in a row, making Nan Jiaojiao feel insulted.
"Master is getting older and can't chew well, one box will do. Aunt Zhan already said, to give two boxes, there's one specifically chosen for me to enjoy. I'll eat as I please, and if it spoils from sitting too long, it would be a pity."
Bo Yanching lowered his head, glanced at her with a smile, "What pastry under your watch has a chance to spoil?"
Nan Jiaojiao's expression faltered, her eyes twitched as she pretended to angrily glare at him, "So now you don't even choose your words when insulting people? You really hurt me!"
"Really, I didn't choose?"
Bo Yanching replied very dismissively, opened the passenger door to let her in, and then put the pastries in the back of the car, far away from her, leaving her no chance to sneak any.
Having informed Elder Jiang in advance, the back door of Mist Garden was half-open, left ajar for them. As the car's headlights shone on the door, it was pulled open from inside.
