Chapter 282: The Mouth Is Getting Tickled

Seeing that the two of them were eating with relish, Sang Zhi opened his mouth and took a bite. A faint fragrance surrounded his nose. The taste was soft, glutinous and slightly sweet. It was really delicious.

"Not bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Sang Zhi nodded.

It tastes much better than the cakes in the palace.

"Where did you buy these pastries?" Qian Zhuye liked to eat the pastries that Ye Qianning brought. Not only were there new ones every day, but the taste was also amazing.

"Nian Yunjian."

"When I get back from my vacation, I'll go to Nianyunjian to buy some. It's really delicious."

Ye Qianning just chuckled, ate the pastries in small bites, and occasionally put a piece to Sang Zhi's mouth.

Qian Zhuye is a greedy person and asks for a piece from time to time.

Soon the students in the room went back one after another, and the sun set behind the mountains.

Ye Qianning had taken a nap and opened his eyes with a yawn. The little old-fashioned man was still writing seriously, with neat handwriting on the rice paper placed next to him.

She stared at the little man. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his cheeks, making his fair cheeks slightly red. He was already a good-looking man, but now he looked a bit like a banished immortal.

Surrounded by blessed light, it is a pleasure to look at.

"It's so late." Qian Zhuye also took a nap. He got up and stretched lazily with his arms raised.

Ye Qianning frowned slightly, which was a bit of a spoiler.

"We're all hungry. Let's go and have some food." Qian Zhuye said.

Ye Qianning lay there without moving: "You eat so many cakes, and you are still hungry."

"That's nothing. Besides, you didn't even bother to give me a few dollars." Qian Zhuye likes to practice martial arts and he is tall, so naturally he eats more than his peers.

Ye Qianning rolled her eyes, slowly straightened her fat body, and stretched. She found that Sang Qi was still there.

He was still writing something with the brush in his hand. No wonder the old-fashioned boy didn't move. Sang Qi was really good at writing.

Seeing Sang Zhi's seriousness, Ye Qianning didn't want to disturb him, so he turned to look out the window: "Luo Wen pastries."

Luo Wen's figure appeared outside the window, and he walked in holding some cakes. "Luo Xuan just brought them up the mountain, they're still warm."

Ye Qianning placed it on the table and opened the package. The aroma immediately filled the air, and the taste was simply tempting.

Sang Zhi's nose was surrounded by fragrance, and he couldn't help but stop writing and look.

"Are your guards so good?" Qian Zhuye stared with his eyes wide open.

"This is the only hobby I have, and they all understand." Ye Qianning picked up a piece and handed it to Sang Zhi first.

Sang Zhi did not refuse this time. He put down his brush and took it. He had eaten many cakes in the palace, but none of them could compare to what she gave him.

Ye Qianning stuffed a piece into his mouth and did not forget to give one to Qian Zhuye.

Qian Zhuye has been able to get delicious cakes every day during the time he has been following Ye Qianning, and his taste has become so picky that he is almost becoming a big fan.

"Have you finished writing?" Ye Qianning asked while eating.

Sang Zhi chewed slowly, and only after he finished eating did he say, "There are still some."

"Then hurry up and write while eating."

"I'm not eating anymore." Sang Zhi glanced at the cakes, pursed his lips slightly and said, "I'll eat after I finish writing."

"It's the same as eating it while writing it down, here." Ye Qianning handed it to him.

Sang Zhi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, picked up the pen and started writing.

Ye Qianning felt that the old-fashioned boy was too restrained. Children should be free and unrestrained. He had too many things on his mind. After thinking about it, she put the cake to his mouth with her little hand: "You write, and I will feed you."

Sang Zhi looked up and saw Ye Qianning looking up with an innocent look, full of anticipation.

He couldn't bear to refuse.

"There's no one else here, so you can enjoy your meal. We won't tell anyone." Ye Qianning said with a smile.

Sang Zhi opened his mouth, took a bite, then lowered his head and started writing again.

(End of this chapter)