Shen Qingyan was still seething. She turned her head away with a proud huff, refusing to acknowledge him.
Xuanyuan Ming knew her temperament well—if he didn't coddle her a little, he would get nowhere. He walked over, sat down on a round stool, and opened the box he was carrying, letting the aroma waft out.
"Are you sure you don't want any? I spent quite a few hours tracking these down. If you don't eat them, you’re just wasting my best intentions." Xuanyuan Ming deliberately fanned the air with his hand, letting the scent spread further.
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