Chen Xi eyed the delicate little cakes he had just brought back from a high-end patisserie—each one immaculately packaged—and gave Su Li a look that was half exasperated, half amused.
"I didn't even know Gu Zi could bake," he said with a chuckle. "Is there anything she can't do? But listen, this cake is from a master pâtissier. I queued for it, you know. I doubt even Gu Zi's baking can top this. Come try a piece."
With that, Chen Xi strolled into the center lounge, settled into one of the plush armchairs, and opened the box. The sweet scent wafted out, but Su Li wrinkled his nose.
"Chen Xi, I'm telling you—my mom's cakes are way better than anything you can buy outside," he declared proudly. "Just wait. Next time we make some at home, I'll invite you over. You'll see. As for this one... I really don't want to eat it."
Beside him, Su Bing nodded solemnly. "We weren't planning to eat anyway. We just wanted to help in the kitchen. We're not hungry."
