"Is that so?" Shen Qian looked at Qin Yu with a skeptical eye.
Just at that moment, the doors of the Blue Grass Hall were pushed open, and Shen Qian ceased to trouble Qin Yu, instead turning her attention toward Feng Yuqiong.
Shen Qian said with an apologetic face, "Miss Feng, please don't mind it, Qin Yu just likes to talk nonsense, but he didn't mean any harm."
Feng Yuqiong laughed. It seemed Shen Qian didn't know how formidable Qin Yu was!
"Miss Shen, Mr. Qin wasn't talking nonsense. Just now, my great uncle said that the pastry was indeed a bit stale."
Huh? Shen Qian was stunned. It was actually a bit stale? But how come she didn't taste it?
Shen Qian asked eagerly, "Miss Feng, since the pastry is really a bit old, will the kitchen send over another plate?"
"That's hard to say since the kitchen is very busy right now."
