"Huh?" Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng blankly and puzzled, not understanding what he meant at all.
"If it weren't for your hand inspiring me, how would grandfather have thought of that recipe?" Pei Yicheng's gaze fell on her hands, her slender fingers long and beautiful, with neatly trimmed nails, gleaming with a pearlescent luster.
"Umm..."
Xu Nianhua raised her hand, remembering the recipe Pei Yicheng had sent earlier, and her smile deepened as she said, "But it took your cleverness; otherwise, why would so many people freeze their hands, yet you had that idea?"
Pei Yicheng's lips curved slightly, and he said nothing, just quietly accompanied Xu Nianhua as they walked.
Cheng Hao, who was purposely creating opportunities for them by pulling Xu Nian'an along, wished he could push them from behind as he watched Pei Yicheng's behavior.
"Little sis, hurry up," Xu Nian'an called out when he noticed Cheng Hao looking back frequently.
