The name ran through her mind. Some were sweet, some were sour, and some were emotional. She didn't know.
"This cake isn't as good as the one you bought last time. Next time, buy the same kind."
She wasn't the only one who could tell. Xiang caiping could also tell.
Su Peizhen didn't say anything. Ling Jing had only studied for a month at most. How delicious could he bake a cake?
It was just that this cake was made by Ling Jing. The meaning was somewhat different.
Su Peizhen ate the cake without knowing the taste. Ling Jing, was he serious? Or was he serious?
He was joking. It was impossible for him to be serious. Don't believe it. Absolutely not.
Su Peizhen reminded herself in her heart not to believe what Ling Jing said. But the next day, she couldn't help but pass by that so-called true heart bakery again.
The car stopped on the road. She could only see the figures walking inside, but she couldn't see if Ling Jing was inside.