Xiao Ahling nodded and picked up the cup to take a sip.
Indeed, it's quite different from what is sold outside.
It's richer than the outside sour plum soup, with small bits of fruit and pulp, tangy and sweet, especially delicious.
The desserts are also very tasty, each one is original and flavorful.
The Jian family's dessert chef made them; naturally, they aren't worse in taste.
However, every dessert chef has their own style, and the taste of their creations is different.
The desserts made by Nanny Cheng don't taste the same as those made by their family's dessert chef.
Thinking of the two little gluttons at home, Xiao Ahling couldn't help but curl his lips and turned to Xie Ronghuan, asking, "Do you have any containers? I'd like to take some back."
"Probably?" Xie Ronghuan had been troubled over how to repay Xiao Ahling, but seeing Ahling like the desserts made by Nanny Cheng, he was overjoyed. He stood up and ran to the kitchen, "There must be! I'll go find!"
