Meng Chuyue wanted to ask Erhu what fruits Han Zheng and Han Mi liked to eat. Just finishing a grape, Erhu, without missing a beat, took advantage of his empty beak to hastily reply, "They both like sweet foods, especially cakes."
After saying so, it pecked vigorously at a large grape.
Meng Chuyue, "..."
Cake?
She was just wondering how to give Han Zheng some eggs from her own space, and since it was the case, she might as well make some cakes to deliver.
Erhu wished it could eat every grape on the vine, but its stomach was only so big. When it could no longer bear the fullness, it had to stop and realize Meng Chuyue was making pastries in her space kitchen.
The car stopped by the roadside.
It felt a breeze of spring air: Meng Chuyue seemed cold but was soft-hearted indeed. Hearing that Han Zheng loved cakes, she immediately set to work—a clear testament.
Erhu liked such an owner very much.
Only, it wondered if the cakes she made were tasty.
After all, it loved cakes too.