Upon hearing that there was no problem, Xiao Li felt a sudden sense of relief and ease.

However, Little Li was puzzled, "Brother, this Poria cocos cake was brought here right after it was made, it's still very fresh. Even if the weather is hot, it's impossible for it to go bad so soon!"

Is that so? Could it be that there's something wrong with my sense of taste?

Thinking it over, Hongxuan hastily swallowed the food in his mouth and then said to Xiao Li, "Give it a try."

Little Li picked up a small piece, took a small bite, glanced at Hongxuan, then took a big bite, closed his eyes and savored it carefully.

"How is it?" Hongxuan asked.

Little Li: "Brother, this servant doesn't feel it's gone wrong, it's perfectly normal!"

Normal?! Hongxuan was skeptical.

But when I ate it just now, it tasted different?

After thinking for a moment, Hongxuan picked up a piece, took a small bite, and savored it.

That's right, it really didn't taste different, so what happened to me just now?

Puzzled, Hongxuan ate another large piece and found that the Poria cocos cake was quite delicious.

As he ate, he forgot his earlier unpleasantness and picked up the letter again to read it.

Upon looking at it, he immediately noticed his mother's suggestion that he continue writing about his funny stories and even draw pictures, and show them to his younger brother. Wouldn't that be embarrassing for his brother?

Suddenly, the poria cocos cake in my mouth didn't taste so good anymore.

Hongxuan mumbled vaguely, "Hmph, I'll have to think about writing it for Mother first. And drawing it for my younger brother? If he remembers things early like I do, that would be bad. I'm not going to draw it!"