Qingmei took a glance and leaned in to sniff.
"Is this donkey roll?"
"That's right!" Chu Ping grinned: "From Xijiang Yue's shop, freshly baked, just for you."
This time, Qingmei didn't refuse and accepted it cheerfully.
She looked at the oil paper package and said with a smile, "That's great, the Princess loves snacks from Xijiang Yue, I'll give it to her in a bit."
Chu Ping was stunned for a moment, "Wha, what!? This was a special treat I brought for you, the Princess's portion, I've already handed over to the Marquis."
Qingmei glanced at him, "I don't like sweets; the Princess loves them, so they're for her, of course."
Chu Ping had no choice but to nod: "At least taste it, will you? It's my heartfelt intention..."
Just as he said that, he noticed the water pouch in Qingmei's hand.
"Perfect timing, I've rushed back just to bring you this donkey roll, I didn't even stop for a sip of water, I'm dying of thirst!"
