Chapter 167

"Now is not the season for osmanthus to bloom, and this osmanthus powder is also bought from the supermarket, so naturally, it can't compare to the traditional, authentic osmanthus cake. The osmanthus cake from Jiangsu Laiyang is a major specialty; of course, it can't be matched. Cheng, how does it taste?"

Zheng Xinru spoke softly and gently, like a clear brook trickling out. Even if the osmanthus cake was not to one's taste, hearing her voice, one couldn't bear to criticize.

After finishing a piece, Dong Cheng seemed to want more. He licked his fingers and with an embarrassed smile said, "Boss Zheng is being too modest. It's true I am from Jiangsu, but I grew up here in Imperial City since I was a kid. I've only heard about the flavor of osmanthus cake from my grandma. Speaking of which, this pastry's skill of yours, tsk tsk, is really something." Dong Cheng gave a thumbs-up gesture as he wiped the grease from his mouth.