His eyes met his sister's anticipating gaze.
Xiang Qi: "..."
He hadn't tasted anything, and his throat felt sore...
The man was expressionless as he coldly said, "It's alright."
"As long as you like it." Xiang Yi turned around and picked up a tray. "I just finished baking two trays. I'll bring them to the living room."
Was she going to feed them to those little brats and that old man?!
Xiang Qi blocked the entry, refusing to let her out. "Hey, do you want these or not?"
It was then that Xiang Yi finally noticed the scrunchies in his arms. Girls had no resistance to cute things like this as her eyes lit up. "Cute!!! Are they for me?"
Xiang Qi sniffed arrogantly. "Don't be so vain. I only made them to match the little aprons since it was convenient. This is a designer's pursuit for perfection. If you want them, trade me with those biscuits."