Wu Zhu'er's eyes lit up, and her chubby little face became lively.
She could faintly smell the fragrance of osmanthus.
"It's the Golden Osmanthus Pancake!" Wu Zhu'er quickly walked over and picked up the small bag. She held it in front of her eyes and sniffed it. "It smells so good. Consort Dowager treats me so well. Your Highness still remembers that I like to eat the gold-rimmed osmanthus cakes from that particular shop!"
Su Ji smiled and waved her off.
Wu Zhu'er opened the package and ate one as she walked. It seemed that no one had bought her a golden osmanthus cake in the past year. She was really craving it.
Wu Zhu'er had been with Su Ji since she was young. She was smart and quick-witted, but she was a glutton.
After Wu Zhu'er walked away, Su Ji retracted her gaze.
She put her legs on the dressing table and propped her forehead with one hand, returning to her casual posture in the modern world.
