Zhang Zhidong's heart ached even more to hear it. Could any food he, Zhang Zhidong, bought possibly be bad? It was undoubtedly the finest in all of Shangjing City! He wouldn't dare boast about his intellect at the Imperial College, but as for his palate, he was bold enough to sing its praises across the entire city.
"Spit it out right now!" Zhang Zhidong shook Liu Lingxing's shoulders violently, as if that could actually make him disgorge the milk tea he had already swallowed.
Liu Lingxing's head was spinning from the shaking, but he refused to back down, his mind working at top speed.
"You—you even brought a Jade Plum Shocking Snow Cake! Isn't that the pastry only Mrs. Ming sells? Hmm, does that mean you bought this drink from Mrs. Ming? Where is her shop?"
