The weather was hot, and the pastries couldn't stand the heat.
He bought pork's hock to make soup for the night. He also bought pork, which he could cut into pieces to make dumplings.
Han Qiao liked it, and so did the three children.
The carriage was faster than when they arrived, and it was already noon when they returned to West Mountain Village.
Sun Xiu, Sun Yi, and Sun Ke were making pouches. When they saw Heng Yi, they immediately stood up. "Fifth Uncle Heng, Uncle White Tea."
Seeing Heng Yi carrying two beautiful and delicate food boxes, the three children's eyes lit up.
"Take the pork hock to the kitchen first and cover them with a small dustpan. Come and eat the pastries and candied fruits." Heng Yi said softly.
He carried her things into Han Qiao's room.
Han Qiao leaned on the bed and smiled at him.
Heng Yi laughed too.