Thinking about how utterly untalented he was at making pastries, Xu Qingzhu shook his head.
He had always been rather confident in himself.
He learned everything quickly.
He hadn't expected to stumble over something as small as a pastry.
This really was...
A faint smile touched his eyes.
It was all right.
He still had plenty of time.
He would manage to make a batch of Maple Leaf Crisps that satisfied him.
Until then, he would remind Mom to set some aside for Spirit Maple whenever she made Maple Leaf Crisps.
Hmm?
Xu Qingzhu suddenly realized that the boy, Xu Zizhen, had saved them quite a bit of trouble by telling the two elders everything.
Otherwise, he couldn't have asked Mom to prepare Maple Leaf Crisps for Spirit Maple so freely.
Spirit Maple lived in the old house.
If the two elders knew the truth, things would be much more convenient in every respect.
Everything was moving in a good direction.
Xu Qingzhu's lips curved up.
He might even owe Hong Feng some thanks.
If not for him, the elders might never have had the chance to discover that Spirit Maple was different—and then believe that Spirit Maple was a demon.
The elders had accepted everything that boy Xu Zizhen told them so easily... It was both surprising and delightful.
Ah.
Here we are.
Xu Qingzhu parked the car and headed toward the old house.
A smile rested on his face, though he didn't even realize it.
"Hehe."
Xu Zizhen took out the maple leaf and looked at it from every angle, grinning foolishly.
Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow.
Amused, he asked, "You like it that much?"
"That's not—"
"Never mind."
Xu Zizhen changed tack. "Master Xiao, you can talk directly to Spirit Maple. You wouldn't understand