"Auntie tastes good." Jing Xin fed his son some cake from his wife's hand, and after only one bite, Jingtao turned to look at Qin Jiale with twinkling eyes, uttering a sentence that brought laughter from everyone around.
"It's not Auntie that's delicious, it's the cake that's delicious," Jing Xin, unable to resist, corrected his son.
"Auntie tastes good." Jingtao firmly repeated, looking sulkily at his father.
"Okay, Auntie tastes good then," Jing Xin reluctantly gave in, fearing that if he didn't, the little guy would throw a tantrum. "Such a sweet talker! You know this cake is from your Auntie, that's why you're buttering her up," he lamented.
"Come to think of it, Qin Xue, the cake you baked is different from those I've eaten before, soft and sweet. It's really delicious," Ouyang Ziyu commented. She'd eaten cake before, but none had been as tasty as Qin Xue's.