Look at her decisive refusal, afraid that he might misunderstand.
Feng Huaijin rubbed his brow wearily, a trace of helplessness rising within him.
Where did he give her the impression that "he is very poor"?
He’s really not poor, he’s actually quite wealthy!
Feng Huaijin thought about that deliberate rain yesterday, suddenly feeling a deep regret.
Regret for making a bad decision.
He did something exhausting and thankless!
Su Li clung to his arm, cautiously glanced at him, and whispered, "I didn’t."
Feng Huaijin sneered coldly, "The expression on your face is complaining that I’m not rich."
Su Li quickly touched her face, which was a bit flushed by the heat, secretly arguing back that her face didn’t show any contempt, he’s fabricating again.
Besides, right now he actually has less money than her, and that’s the truth!
Su Li held onto his arm and didn’t let go, speaking in a coy voice, "That’s what I wanted, so I’ll pay for it myself. Can you give me your contact details?"
Her watery eyes, tinged with bashful red, matched with that coquettish, almost pleading voice, made hearts tremble.
Feng Huaijin knew she was deliberately acting cute to ask for a favor; otherwise, she’d be switching back to her proud demeanor in an instant, but even the hardest heart would soften against her plea, yearning to show her his vulnerability.
Feng Huaijin turned his gaze away, swallowing slightly, and said indifferently, "I’ll give you my contact information if the mooncakes taste good."
Su Li cursed silently in her heart, wondering why her tricks didn’t work on him as they did on her adopted family.
Su Li sighed, quickly released Feng Huaijin’s arm, and went back to kneading dough to make mooncakes.
Well, that’s turning on a dime faster than flipping a page!
Change in less than five seconds!
"Help me with the filling," Su Li’s voice changed from soft to straightforward.
Feng Huaijin scoffed internally, thinking, ah, Su Li is full of tricks.
He knew he couldn’t afford to soften.
Feng Huaijin went to sort out the various fillings Su Li bought from the supermarket, making sure to separate out the red beans.
Su Li clicked her tongue twice internally, realizing he’s allergic to red beans, thankful she wasn’t particularly fond of them.
Suddenly recalling something, Su Li paused with the freshly mixed dough in her hand.
Feng Huaijin noticed Su Li’s worried look and asked with a furrowed brow, "What’s wrong?"
Su Li stared straight at Feng Huaijin and asked, "Do you think... allergies are hereditary?"
Feng Huaijin said, "There’s a chance."
Su Li’s heart skipped a beat, immediately rushing to grab her phone.
Oh shit, there was a red bean mooncake in that batch!
Su Li was panicking, fearing that Tuanzi might have the same red bean allergy as his biological father, or worse, end up in the hospital, causing her heart to seize with fear.
[Su Li: Tuanzi, how are you? Can you eat red beans?]
The other side... no response.
Two or three minutes passed, still no reply.
Tuanzi finished the mooncake and dozed off on the futon, pulling a small blanket over himself.
Delicious, happy (*^▽^*).
Except... there seems to be a hint of red bean flavor? Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net
After eating and drinking, he couldn’t help feeling drowsy, his body gradually growing weary.
In a daze, Tuanzi vaguely heard the sharp sound of a servant breaking dishes.
"Sir, sir, the little master is having an allergic reaction and burning up with fever!"
The temple doors were pushed open by a man with a gust of cold autumn wind blowing in, chilling to the bone.
The man, with a grim expression, picked up Tuanzi, and glared menacingly at the plate.
"Where did it come from?"