With every single pastry name Li Jiayao uttered, Jiang Simeng felt as though a heavy slap had been landed across her face.
Because even if she had never eaten or heard of them before, a mere fool could tell that each name announced was infinitely more high-end than any Daoxiangcun.
Yet, at this very moment, the person who felt the hardest slap on the face was clearly not Jiang Simeng, but someone else entirely.
Chapter 99