60 MYSTERY OF THE PURPLE YAM TARTS (2)

That night, they placed the eight pieces of the purple yam tart on a small rattan basket around four or five inches in diameter. They positioned it in the middle of the table in their playroom. Then Chen Lihua and Chen Lingtian seated themselves around the table, puzzled looks adorned their adorable faces. They continued staring at it – studying it as they claimed to be doing – before heaving a deep heavy sigh in unison.

"Can't think of anyone who can give it to us." The boy was in the brink of losing all hope. 

"We're not exactly friends with anyone." The girl chipped in her observation.

"Maybe one of the teachers placed it there."

"But the other children did not receive any. If they did, we would have already seen some kids unwrapping it or eating it the moment they found it. Some would have exclaimed the finding to the whole class."

"Something like this couldn't be kept a secret among other kids."

The two sighed again.