When Li Hua saw Qu Fulan, she pursed her lips and smiled gently, "Would the Young Madam like some tofu skin buns?"
The feeling in Qu Fulan's heart intensified, wondering how Li Hua seemed to have changed her demeanor after a fall.
There was a sense of gentle elegance about her.
Previously, Li Hua wasn't an overly brash person, but she did speak and act quite directly, with a kind of innocent naivety. Now, it seemed as if Li Hua had suddenly matured.
Qu Fulan didn't think much of it, after all, people grow up, and perhaps during these few days of recovery, Li Hua had realized many truths.
"I'll take a basket of tofu skin buns. I heard your skills are now on par with Li Niang's," Qu Fulan said with a smile.
Li Hua smiled slightly, "It's only the customers overpraising, it's not that amazing."
But after tasting them, Qu Fulan found they weren't just overpraised; there had indeed been a real improvement.
