Moh Li, as always, said little and then there was no more. Ouyang found it very normal, why? Because this was just who Moh Li was. As long as it didn't involve him, he would stay silent.
Stiff as an elm knot and not to be relied upon, you just tell him what to do, and that's all; that's no problem, he's in charge of searching, and he'll just play around. After searching for ten days to half a month, he could return.
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Bai Zhi and the others quickly finished their meal, Bai Dan and Great Grandpa were drinking together, reminiscing about the past. Bai Zhi and her companions were not idle either.
Bai Zhi had already bought some lemons and made a few Hawthorn Cakes, not many, just enough for a taste test, thinking about having Bai Xiang introduce them.
The sour and sweet flavor was very good; even Bai Fei, who didn't like sour foods, managed to eat several cakes, but they were not easy to package.
That was a problem.
"These are hard to package, they tend to stick together."