Zhou Gang drank several cups of water in a row. Just then, a maid brought out some pastries, and he devoured more than half the plate in an instant. In between bites, he didn't forget to make an excuse for himself. "I left the house in such a hurry this morning that I forgot to eat breakfast. Please forgive me, Mr. Gu."
What else could Gu Baijiang say? He could only have the servants fetch more pastries, afraid of being seen as a poor host.
By the time Zhou Gang finally had his fill, the first plate of pastries was completely empty, and the second plate was missing quite a few pieces.
Zhou Gang patted his stomach comfortably. It had been a long time since he had eaten so freely.
The silver he had was mostly spent on renting a house and buying some land, so his family's life had become increasingly difficult.
"Mr. Gu, you really live a comfortable life. I've never had pastries like these before. Were they sent from the palace?"
