Aunt Xia sighed inwardly and could only hand it to her, saying, "Here you go. If it doesn't taste good, just eat less. I'll cook for you when we get back."
Xia Chuyi smiled and said, "Alright."
Then, she took the pastry box, picked up a piece of peach shortbread, and put it into her mouth.
As soon as the peach shortbread entered her mouth, she felt that the taste was strange.
But thinking that Aunt Xia bought it for her, she finally swallowed it and said, "This taste is indeed a bit strange..."
"What, really strange? I told you that..." Aunt Xia got a little angry at first, but immediately changed her tune and said, "I said the taste was bad, don't eat it, don't eat it!"
Saying this, she forcibly took the pastry box and handed it to Uncle Xia, signaling him to throw it away.
As she gave the pastry box to the Xia family, Aunt Xia gave Uncle Xia a hard glare.
That look meant: See, Zhao Chunxiao never does anything good, even buying pastries is a disaster!
