Anning: "Haha, Aunt Anning will buy you another egg tart. The little guy is so cute."
Anning was feeding Labelle an egg tart when a boy about Labelle's age came into the pastry shop. The boy, who was in his mother's arms, saw Labelle and immediately jumped down, running excitedly to her.
Noah: "Rabelle, my God, it really is you."
Rabelle glanced at him and sighed. Anning and Leiting watched them and chuckled. This was definitely Rabelle's pursuit. Noah, whose parents ran several listed wine companies, lived in the courtyard. Anning knew him and had made egg tarts for him. Noah also saw Anning sitting opposite Rabelle, and Anning greeted him.
Anning: "Hi, Noah, good evening."
Noah: "Good evening, Aunt Anning. May I ask what your relationship is with Rabeel? How did she end up with you?"
Anning: "I am a friend of Rabeel's mother. I met Rabeel by chance and bought her an ice cream."
Noah: "Great, Rabelle, the ice cream is too cold. You should eat less ice cream. How about I buy you a cream puff that you like?"
Rabelle: "Quiet down, I've eaten egg tarts and ice cream and can't eat cream puffs anymore, so please don't talk."
Rabelle glared at Noah, and Noah blushed, his face turning even redder than Rabelle's hair.
Thunder: "Haha, this is hilarious."
Anning: "Thunder, sit here and don't disturb Noah."
Anning pulled Leiting to sit a short distance away and watched the two little ones. Noah's mother had bought some snacks and was waiting for him nearby. Noah waved his hand, and two bodyguards brought over a bouquet of lilies. Leiting thought, "This little guy's got a knack for chasing girls."
Noah: "Rabelle, here are the lilies you like."
Rabelle: "No, lilies are my mother's favorite flowers."
Noah: "Can you tell me what kind of flower you like? I'll prepare it for you right away."
Rabelle: "Noah, I clearly reject your advances. I don't like you."
Noah: "My God, you remember my name is Noah, Rabelle, you do have me in your heart."
Rabelle: "Aunt Anning greeted you and called your name just now, but I don't remember you."
Noah: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Noah, the wine prince of the Patriotic North..."
Rabelle: "Hurry up and eat a bite of your egg tart and be quiet."
Rabelle fed Noah a bite of egg tart to shut him up. Anning and Leiting watched them from a distance and laughed. The two foreign children, both under three years old, were so funny. Noah's eyes widened, unable to believe that the egg tart in his mouth was fed by Rabelle.
Noah: "Oh my god, Mom, take a picture of me! This is the egg tart that Rabelle fed me."
Noah's mother, Leila, shook her head helplessly and took a picture of Noah with her phone. Noah was happily chewing on an egg tart and making a peace sign. Rabelle's profile was also in the picture, while Anning and Leiting served as their backdrop.
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