The pastry was small and delicate in shape, bright in color, and exuded a sweet flavor. Even before he had eaten it, Shen Chaomu knew that this pastry must be extremely delicious.

Shen Chaomu looked at Gao Gaodian and was stunned. Although she seemed emotionless on the surface, her heart was filled with waves.

After a long time, she took the pastry and put it to her mouth. In the past, she would have finished it in three or two bites, but now in front of the boy, she didn't know why she felt restrained. Subconsciously, she didn't want the boy to see her rude and embarrassing side, although the boy had seen her at her most embarrassing before.

She took a light bite of the pastry, and the sweetness instantly spread across her taste buds.

Shen Chaomu had never been to school and could not read. She could not even find a nice word to describe the cake. She only said, "It's delicious. It's really delicious."

Her kindness is light but sincere, so sincere that it seems to be coated with her faith.

"Then eat more, I still have a lot here." The girl's eyes sparkled as she chewed the cake carefully. It was obvious that she really liked the cake.

However, Zhang Xiuyuan also knew that his own pastries were indeed delicious.

Facing the young man's smiling eyes, Shen Chaomu ate the pastries and felt her heart swell up, as if the empty space was suddenly filled with something. As for what it was, Shen Chaomu couldn't tell. She only knew that she was very happy.

Next, the two chatted casually.

Qing'er took Shen Ci to the clinic, and no one knew how long it would take for him to come back. Shen Chaomu was worried that the boy would get tired standing, so he wanted to find a place for him to sit down.

Shen Chaomu looked around. The dilapidated temple, which she had originally thought was clean and nice and could accommodate her, now seemed to be not good at all.

Someone like the boy shouldn't be sitting in a place like this, and there aren't even any chairs here.

On weekdays, they sit directly on the clean straw.

Shen Chaomu was in a dilemma.

But she didn't want the boy to stand there all the time.

She scratched her head and finally chose the cleanest corner of the dilapidated temple. She spread some clean straw and said tentatively, "We don't know how long it will take them to come back. Why don't you sit down?"

She spoke cautiously, like a timid little animal standing on the edge of a cave, stretching out a foot to test the waters. Once it sensed the rejection from the outside world, it would immediately pull its foot back, sensitive and full of insecurity.

After Shen Chaomu finished speaking, he was afraid that the boy would dislike it, so he added: "If you don't want to, then..."

"Sure." Before Shen Chaomu finished speaking, Zhang Xiuyuan spoke up and sat down. There was no trace of reluctance in his movements or expression.

"You sit down too." Zhang Xiuyuan patted the seat next to him. Shen Chaomu was stunned for a long time before sitting down. She was cautious and didn't dare to get too close, but the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

The boy really didn't mind, he was different from the others, and indeed, he was the most special.

Zhang Xiuyuan actually didn't mind. He and his mother had experienced a difficult escape. Before they met Zhao Chuchu, the family slept in a narrow house in Zhaojia Village. He had also done a lot of farm work since he was a child.

The dilapidated temple was very clean and the straw was dry, so how could he dislike it?

Seeing that Sister Mu had finished talking to the big brother, the little beggars finally got the chance, came to Shen Chaomu and spoke to her in childish voices.