An Yue was stunned for a moment and said awkwardly, "No, not me. It is my boy who likes this cake."
"Your boy? Are you married?" So she was a married woman? She did not look like one at all. However, this way, maybe he could have more fun then.
With that in mind, Zhao Yifei's eyes immediately filled with eagerness to try it.
An Yue felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but she could not just turn around and leave.
The people who came here today were guests, and she was going to become one of the Zhao family's hostesses soon, so it would be a bit rude if she just walked away. So she stiffly explained, "He is not my son, he is my sister-in-law's son."
"I see. Why don't I let you have this cake? You see, don't you think this is fate that we met with each other here and we took the same food?"
