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Wu You curved her eyes into a smile: "Brother, didn't you always remind me not to underestimate street vendors? Sometimes what they make is no worse than that of big restaurants. Perhaps the pastries at this teahouse are even tastier than those in the Imperial Palace?"
Xiangxiang was momentarily speechless, then laughed: "You remember what I said so long ago?"
He seemed to have said this to his sister over a year ago, never expecting the little girl to have such a good memory.
"Brother, everything you say, Wu You keeps in her heart!" Wu You said very earnestly.
After speaking, she tugged playfully at Xiangxiang's sleeve: "Brother, isn't Wu You very obedient?"
Faced with his sister's adorable expression seeking praise, Xiangxiang's heart softened, and he picked her up: "Yes, as a reward for the most obedient Wu You, I'll take you to the teahouse for the best pastries!"
