Xiao Ruiyuan didn't like to eat sweet pastries, no, it was that he didn't eat pastries at all! Whether they were sweet, salty, or some other flavor, no matter how delicious, no matter how exquisite, he hadn't touched them in over twenty years of his life.
Facing those certain gazes, Xiao Ruiyuan stopped Yan Junyu who was about to speak, and he himself couldn't be bothered to explain. He reached out with his long fingers, as the crowd wished, and picked up a piece of sweet pastry sent by the Sixteenth Prince. He bit off a piece at his lips, but his gaze shifted to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan also happened to look up at Xiao Ruiyuan. She wasn't very clear about Xiao Ruiyuan's preferences and couldn't remember if Xiao Ruiyuan ever had desserts whenever he came to her house. She didn't know whether he liked sweet pastries or not.