Liu Qi took two plates of exquisite pastries from the servant's hands and placed them on the table, "These are our Bay Island specialties, Pineapple Cake and Red Turtle Cake, have a taste."
"Thank you."
Liu Qi sat opposite Ni Yang, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
This was clearly his home, yet he felt more nervous than Ni Yang.
In contrast, Ni Yang showed no hints of strangeness in her expression, her calm demeanor as if she were the hostess.
Her presence was naturally awe-inspiring.
Such a unique aura could not be mimicked by the average person.
"Eat, eat the pastries," Liu Qi pushed the pastries towards Ni Yang.
With polite insistence, Ni Yang reached for a Pineapple Cake. The crust was crispy and delicious, the filling soft and sweet, "It tastes really good."
Liu Qi's face flushed for a moment, somewhat embarrassedly, he said, "If it's good, feel free to have a few more pieces."
