Ning Qing looked up and gazed towards the doorway.

Jialan was dressed in a red robe, her long, ink-black hair cascading over it, with only a red ribbon binding the front of her hair behind her head.

A faint smile graced her stunningly beautiful, fairy-like face.

He was carrying a beautifully carved wooden food box.

They came gracefully.

Ning Qing was momentarily mesmerized.

Coming to his senses, he saw the hint of mockery in Jialan's eyes.

She covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

I thought to myself: As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Thinking this way, his face returned to its usual calm expression.

Garan stood before the table, placed the food box in his hand on the table, and opened the exquisitely carved food box.

She slowly took out plates of delicate pastries.

There is white osmanthus cake, decorated with small golden osmanthus blossoms.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus, a scent with a hint of sweetness.

There are peach blossom pastries that resemble peach blossoms in appearance, with a pink exterior and lifelike peach blossom petal shapes.

This clearly demonstrates the dedication of the person who made the pastries.

A dazzling smile appeared on Jialan's lips as she picked up a peach blossom pastry and offered it to Ning Qing's lips.

The fair, slender fingers and the pink peach blossom pastry complement each other perfectly.

"My lord, please try the pastries made by Garan himself."

Ning Qing waved for the boy to leave; he didn't need outsiders to watch over his time with his wife.

The boy was very perceptive and quietly slipped away.

Ning Qing's eyes flickered, and she slightly parted her lips to take a bite of the peach blossom pastry in Jia Lan's hand.

The peach blossom pastry has a crispy and delicious outer shell, and a tender and delicate filling, making it a fantastic treat.

Jialan didn't expect Ning Qing not to reach out and take it, but instead took a bite of the peach blossom pastry in her own hand.

His brow furrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips seemed a little stiff.

I never expected that the Imperial Preceptor, who is known as an immortal, would be so frivolous.

However, thinking back to what happened in the bath last night...

Garan found it unsurprising; everyone had been deceived by his celestial appearance.

Who could have known that beneath this ethereal appearance lay a frivolous heart?

The stiffness on Jialan's face was only momentary, and she quickly smiled again.

"My lord, do you like the pastries that Garan made?"

Ning Qing pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking slowly.

"I didn't taste it properly before, let me try it again."

After saying that, he took another bite of the peach blossom pastry in Jialan's hand.

And quite accidentally, he also got someone's fingertip into his mouth.

He even shamelessly put on an innocent expression, with a hint of doubt flickering in his eyes.

It's as if they don't realize they have someone's finger in their mouth.

When Jialan felt the dampness on his fingertips, his phoenix eyes widened.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

I knew the person in front of me was frivolous, but I didn't expect him to be this frivolous.

A smile flashed quickly in Ning Qing's eyes, but her face remained innocent and bewildered.

Pretending to realize what was happening, Ning Qing slightly parted her lips and released the finger she had been holding in her mouth.

She looked up at Jialan standing beside her.

"I didn't mean to just now."

Garan thought to himself: You didn't do it on purpose, did you?

His face remained expressionless as he nodded.

"I believe in adults."

Ning Qing smiled and praised.

"Your peach blossom pastry is even more beautiful than peach blossoms. As for the taste, the outer shell is crispy and delicious, and the filling is tender and delicate. It's really good, I like it very much."