"Qiaoyue, you're really good with your hands." Xu Miaoya looked at the exquisite cake. "I think you made it very well, Qiaoyue. You can teach me sometime when you have time. Xiaosi loves to eat these kinds of cakes. The commune doesn't usually stock them very often, so they're not easy to buy. It would be convenient if we could make them ourselves."

At this moment, Xu Xiaosi had already gone into the kitchen to get a bowl to hold the cake.

Xu Miaoya's gaze followed the child's movements.

Shen Qiaoyue could tell that the two aunt and niece had been chatting happily even before they entered the house.

"There's nothing we can do. When Xiaosi lived with her parents before, she took after her mother and loved sweets," Xu Miaoya quickly explained again.

Shen Qiaoyue said, "It's alright. If you're free next Sunday, come to my house. I'll teach you how to make it then. But this is my first time making this cake, so it might not be as successful the second time. Don't laugh at me then!"

Just to clarify, my skills are inconsistent; sometimes good, sometimes bad.

"It's okay, just consider it a learning experience. I'll succeed after a few more tries. Thank you in advance, Qiaoyue," Xu Miaoya said happily.

"You're too kind. We're all neighbors, it's nothing."

At this moment, Xu Xiaosi washed the bowl and handed it to Shen Qiaoyue, saying, "Thank you, Aunt Shen. These are small steamed buns that my aunt and I made. Please have some, Aunt Shen. They are filled with pickled cabbage and vermicelli."

"Thank you, Xiaosi. Then Auntie won't be polite." Shen Qiaoyue didn't want to refuse the child's kindness.

Holding a bowl filled with steamed buns.

Xu Xiaosi escorted Shen Qiaoyue to the door and waved goodbye.

Shen Qiaoyue sighed, "She's a sensible child."

On the way back, as Shen Qiaoyue watched Ye Feifei return from outside, the moment their eyes met.

The hostility emanating from Ye Feifei's eyes was quite obvious.