Wu Yaqing took a bite first and quickly stuffed the bread into her mouth. Seeing how she enjoyed it, even Chu Qingzhi's appetite was aroused.
"Delicious, delicious. Qingzhi, the bread is so delicious. It's hands down the most delicious pastry I've tried."
Chu Qingzhi smiled. "Then eat some more."
"Okay." Wu Yaqing immediately took another piece. It was really delicious. It was soft, sweet, and filled with the fragrance of wheat.
When Chu Qingzhi was talking to Wu Yaqing, she saw a group of children from the village sticking their heads into the kitchen and swallowing their saliva.
They couldn't resist the smell.
Hence, Chu Qingzhi passed a piece to them. "Eat it."
The children were overjoyed. "Thank you, Sister Qingzhi."
Chu Junbao held the bread in his hand and shouted on the way back. As if he had won a battle, he ran to the cornfield to find his father. "Father, look at this."