"There's a pastry shop in front.
I'll go in and take a look.
You wait for me outside."
After Yan Xiaomo finished speaking, she ran towards the store.
As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the aroma of pastries, the most fragrant of which was the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
The scent of osmanthus fills the entire pastry shop.
This ancient pastry shop is equivalent to a modern cake shop, but there was no cake or cream in ancient times.
"Please take a look inside.
Our shop has freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
You can try it.
It's not sweet and it's free of charge."
The store owner welcomed Yan Xiaomo very warmly.
"It doesn't cost money, right?"
Yan Xiaomo asked with a smile, but this smile made the store a little creepy.
"Yeah, it's not sweet and it doesn't cost money."
The store owner was stunned, but still answered Yan Xiaomo with a smile.
"Then bring me some pastry that's not sweet."
Yan Xiaomo smiled playfully.
"Sir, there is no one like you."
The store owner's expression changed.
This was the first time he had encountered such a strange customer in so many years of running a pastry shop.
He didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
Pastries are inherently sweet.
If pastries are not sweet these days, who would buy pastries to eat?
"You're kidding, give me some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Yan Xiaomo smiled and said that she was just teasing the store owner and had no intention of finding trouble.
"Okay."
Knowing that the girl in front of him was joking, the store owner's expression returned to normal, and he quickly wrapped the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Yan Xiaomo.
"Boss, give me some sweet-scented osmanthus cake too."
Suddenly there was another voice in the store.
When Yan Xiaomo heard this voice, her body stiffened suddenly and she swallowed hard.
It couldn't be such a coincidence.
Han Xin is actually in a place like this.
It's over.
What should she do?
If there was a hole to hide around, Yan Xiaomo really wanted to hide it.
"Girl, your pastries are ready, sir, so are your pastries."
The boss packed two pieces of osmanthus cake to Yan Xiaomo and Han Xin respectively.
"Here, no need to look for it."
Yan Xiaomo was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and wanted to leave as if she hadn't seen anything, but she didn't expect her wrist to be pulled instantly.
The scene at the time was a bit embarrassing, but sooner or later it was something we had to face.
"Ah, okay, what a coincidence, isn't this Mr.
Han?"
An awkward smile appeared on Yan Xiaomo's face.
That smile was really embarrassing.
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Han Xin twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted, "I didn't expect you could still remember me, Yan Xiaomo, you are such a liar."
Yan Xiaomo looked bewildered, and her wrist was tightly controlled by Han Xin, with such force that she couldn't break free at all.
"Mr.
Han, when did I lie to you?
And isn't it too rude of you to hold my hand?"
Yan Xiaomo pretended to be calm, but in fact she couldn't be calm anymore, and she wanted to cry.
"Master Han, Xiaomo, you forget very quickly."
Han Xin said coldly, his tone a little careless.
"Master Han, please explain clearly."
An ominous premonition flashed through Yan Xiaomo's heart.
Why did Han Xin suddenly say these words?
It's really not right.
"It seems that it's time to remind you of the past.
Maybe too much time has passed and Xiaomo has forgotten it."
As Han Xin spoke, he picked up Yan Xiaomo and scattered all the cakes in his hands on the ground.
“My pastries” Yan Xiaomo looked at the pastries on the ground in mourning.
These pastries were all bought with money, and now they have all fallen to the ground.
Can she not feel bad oshow7: