Wang Jiao rubbed her reddened hand back, looking at her little cousin in confusion.
Feng Qingyun pointed at the paper box and said, "Cousin, do you know what's in this box? It contains cream cake, a particularly delicious cream cake. It's so expensive and we don't have it here. If it were available, I'm sure you would have bought us some before, since you often live in town. You know best whether they have it in Huaibei City. Auntie bought just two cream cakes and specifically saved one for you. Don't handle it clumsily and break it—the cream cake is very soft and fragile, sweet beyond compare, and can't withstand any collisions."
Wang Jiao's mouth was watering so much that she quickly swallowed.