Seeing the old lady's expression, Li Xiangyang cursed Yang Dingbang in his head for his big mouth, but he just nodded readily. "I think so too."
After Wang Zhixue and his brother tried the cakes, they agreed the texture and flavor were excellent. Lin Lan decided to make a few dozen for them to take and test the market with.
The two brothers left with the pumpkin cakes Lin Lan gave them.
Lin Lan steeped some tea for Li Xiangyang. "Wait a moment. There's another batch still in the oven."
Li Xiangyang smiled. "It's no problem. I can wait."
The old lady glanced at the two of them and feigned displeasure. "Lin Lan, you're so biased. I come over all the time and you've never made me tea, but the moment Xiangyang arrives, he gets to drink some!"
Lin Lan looked with amusement at the old lady, who was acting jealous despite her age. "Grandma, you're on medication, so you can't drink tea!"
