Bai Chuwei couldn't help but sigh. Men really are fickle, one moment insisting on a five-nut filling, then immediately asking to switch to another.
On any other day, Bai Chuwei would definitely not have been so good-tempered, actually going ahead and changing the filling for him.
Duan Feihan wasn't picky about other fillings. He stood beside Bai Chuwei, smelling the faint scent of herbs emanating from her, his eyes dropping to the pale, slender fingers that had become coated with quite a bit of flour. Although her aura was ethereal and chilly, being in the kitchen added a touch of worldly warmth to her presence.
Even before, she had only sent a recipe to Cao Jinhai, letting Chef Cao prepare a feast to commemorate the anniversary of the death of that "beaming moonlight", but now she was personally cooking.
However... Duan Feihan's lips pursed lightly, this didn't seem to be a good thing.