Once Ji Hanxing had finished wiping his hands, Yan Jinyue offered him a delicate little dessert. At the sight of it, Ji Hanxing's hands itched to reach out, but he held back.
He quietly observed the elders seated around him. Madam Xie urged him warmly, "Hanxing, give it a try."
"I made it myself, so you have to do me the honor."
Ji Hanxing looked at the delicate dessert in surprise. "You made this?"
Madam Xie nodded. "Yes, it's a hobby of mine."
Yan Jinyue brought it straight to Ji Hanxing's lips. As its sweet fragrance wafted into his nose, he instinctively opened his mouth and ate it.
The sweetness spread through Ji Hanxing's mouth, immersing his taste buds in the blissful flavor of the dessert.
[Auntie is such a good cook, yet Yan Jinyue is a culinary disaster. Tsk.]
Yan Jinyue's hand holding the dessert paused, and a trace of embarrassment and helplessness flashed in his eyes. It seemed he would never live this down.
After finishing the dessert, Ji Hanxing came back to his senses. When he saw the three elders smiling at him and Yan Jinyue, his cheeks instantly flushed.
"Ahem." Ji Hanxing cleared his throat lightly and tried to recover. "Auntie's dessert was just too delicious."
The elders merely smiled without a word.
Old Master Yan took a small sip of tea, slowly swallowed it, and asked, "Hanxing, did you win the bid for that plot in the North of the City?"
At Old Master Yan's question, Ji Hanxing immediately sat up straight and looked at him earnestly. "Yes, Grandpa."
"Oh? May this old man ask what you want that plot for, Hanxing?" Old Master Yan was rather curious.
Yan Jinyue also looked over. He, too, was curious about what Ji Hanxing intended to do with