Lin Zheng's eyes lit up when he saw Su Binglan. "Master, what are you doing here?"
He sounded childish and felt like he was about to cry.
Su Binglan's lips twitched, but she looked at him, asking, "You haven't slept well recently, have you? Are you tired from running the dessert shop?"
Lin Zheng hurriedly shook his head. "N-No, Master. I'm doing very well here. I can make desserts now, too."
Making desserts was a valuable skill to him. With it, he could live a good life no matter where he was. Su Binglan had taught him to make her desserts, which meant she trusted him fully.
Lin Zheng did not know what he liked to do for a living last time. After learning to make desserts, he realized he enjoyed it. Moreover, he could enjoy the sweet fragrance and felt a sense of accomplishment whenever he saw the customers enjoying his desserts.
"Is there something on your mind?" Su Binglan asked.
