"How is it? Tasty?" Shen Zhaozhao eagerly watched him. As he put a small piece of cake into his mouth, she couldn't wait and blurted out.
Sheng Chuyi narrowed his eyes and said softly, "It's okay!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao instantly laughed, "If you say it's okay, then it must be fine! Hahaha, I knew I had talent. Wait until your next birthday, I'll make one by hand for you too. Don't worry, it will definitely be better than this time!"
Sheng Chuyi, upon hearing this, looked a bit better, thinking that at least this girl had some conscience.
However, after saying that, Shen Zhaozhao quickly remembered: Isn't his birthday the same as her own?
Does that mean she'd have to eat her own cake on her birthday?
No way!
So she decisively changed her statement, "Pretend I didn't say anything just now."
Sheng Chuyi: …
The smile that was just beginning to form on his lips suddenly flattened, and he looked up at Shen Zhaozhao with an indistinctly dark expression.