The cake was served. As the guest of honor at the banquet, Old Master Mo Ye naturally had to give a speech onstage. After an impassioned address, everyone began dividing up the cake.
Ye Xunzhi eagerly scooped up a bite of the cake worth a million.
[It's delicious! I thought it would just look impressive!]
Watching the girl's eyes light up beside him, Old Master Mo Ye felt ripples stir in his otherwise calm heart, and a touch of kindly affection entered his smile.
Old Master Mo Ye headed to the back hall, and Ye Xunzhi followed with her cake. Then she suddenly noticed something.
"Second Grandpa, aren't you having any cake?"
Old Master Mo Ye calmly settled into the pavilion in the back garden, finally able to enjoy a quiet sip of tea.
"No, I don't really feel like it."
Eldest Aunt Ye Jie frowned with concern. "Dad, is your appetite still bad? The butler said you've barely eaten anything for days."
Old Master Mo Ye waved a hand and was about to say it was nothing when his youngest daughter, Ye He, rushed over eagerly with a bag of things.
"It's fine, Dad. Don't worry about your appetite. I brought something that can fix it."
Puzzled, Old Master Mo Ye looked down at what Ye He had placed on the table. Ye Xunzhi craned her neck curiously too.
"Is this... Old Capital City Douzhi?"
"That's right." Ye He proudly planted her hands on her hips. "Down this cup of douzhi, and everything will taste good from now on."
Old Master Mo Ye frowned. Despite living in Capital City for so many years, he had never actually tried the stuff. He asked hesitantly,
"Does it taste good?"
Ye He said, "It does."
Still skeptical, Old Master Mo Ye picked