As Qin Huai's most loyal employee unbeknownst to him, Chen An once again stopped working to quietly observe the rice cake, swallowing another mouthful of saliva.
With his level of expertise, Chen An couldn't discern what made this plate of rice cake delicious. To him, it was just an ordinary rice cake with slightly brighter color and a more aromatic scent compared to the usual.
He wasn't even someone who particularly enjoyed rice cakes, but suddenly he just really wanted to eat it.
Strangely, he just had a strong craving for it, just by looking and smelling, he wanted to eat it. The aroma alone conjured up the taste and texture, making him want to eat it.
Zheng Siyuan was still chewing, savoring the small piece of rice cake for a long time.
Just as he was about to take a second bite, a clear and cheerful voice, familiar yet unfamiliar to Qin Huai, echoed from afar and grew closer.
