The cake was wrapped in transparent plastic and was a pale yellow color, its texture delicate and soft. As soon as it was unwrapped, the unique aroma of the cake wafted out, making the little girl unable to resist swallowing her saliva.
The man gently tore off a small piece with his finger and put it in his mouth to taste. Upon tasting, he was stunned. The cake's texture was fine; it released a faint scent of eggs and milk, slightly sweet without the cloying taste of essence—clearly a quality item, not some cheap knock-off. Moreover, it tasted very fresh, with no sign of spoilage.
He couldn't help but glance at Fang Yuxin, who was not far away, thinking to himself that this person was probably more formidable than he had previously imagined. Fearing Fang Yuxin would notice, he quickly looked away and, without changing his expression, placed the cake next to his daughter's mouth, gently saying, "Huanhuan, this was your favorite cake before, hurry and eat it."
