This was a blatant attempt by Shen Lan to put her down.
Shen Lu let out a soft laugh and glanced at the contents of Shen Lan's box. There were four pastries—two savory crab pastries and two jujube paste cakes.
Visually, they looked decent enough, even quite presentable.
As for the taste, however, that was anyone's guess.
However, Shen Lu couldn't find anything in the original owner's memories about Shen Lan knowing how to cook. She did, however, recall Shen Lan once boasting that only the lower class ever set foot in a kitchen.
Shen Lu guessed that Shen Lan had probably bought the pastries.
Li Zexing shot Shen Lan a meaningful glance, but he didn't nod or shake his head.
Shen Lu placed the food box she'd brought on the small coffee table and undid the clasps.
The moment she lifted the lid, an intoxicating aroma exploded outwards, immediately grabbing the attention of everyone nearby.
"It smells so good!"
"Who brought this? It smells amazing! Do they have a death wish?"
