"Really? No wonder the taste is so special!"

Ling Luoyu flipped over the cake with his fingertips, but didn't mean to put it in his mouth.

"Just...Mother Yang, I don't know what your vanilla name is?"

Mother Yang's expression was obviously unnatural, but she suppressed her tension: "No... there is no name, but it's just a kind of vanilla... This kind of vanilla has been used by our ancestors, so there is no name... "

"is it?"

Ling Luoyu flipped the cake with his fingertips, and finally threw it back to Yang Bing.

"Unfortunately, I don't like to eat things with fragrance..."

Feather eyelashes lifted slightly, she glamorously looked at Po Yang.

"Especially things that don't know the fragrance..."

Yang Bing pursed her lips, looking at the cakes in an incredible way, her eyebrows frowned: "It's so delicious, even if you don't know the fragrance, what does it matter?"

Young lady Yang smiled and pushed the pastry in front of Yang Bing: "If the lady likes it, then eat more..."

Yang Bing was full of pastries and nodded and laughed contentedly: "I like Mama Yang's pastries... As long as I eat her pastries, I will be very happy..."

"That's good!"

Ling Luoyu smiled like a blue, brushed past Po Yang's side, suddenly turned sideways, whispering in a low voice.

"It's rare that your lady doesn't dislike it, but she did what you meant..."

Madam Yang shrank subconsciously, not daring to look at Ling Luoyu's eyes: "Miss Yan...what does this mean?"

"It's not interesting!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes were instantly innocent, and his voice rose a bit.

"But it's like boasting about the dim sum you made, your lady likes to eat...what? What's wrong with my sentence?"

"No..." Po Yang's obvious lack of confidence.

"You are so excited without you?"

"I"

"Miss..."

A woman flew from outside the temple, holding a black token in her hand.

"The queen has an order, let the lady go to Yaoguang Hall as soon as possible!"

"Grandma is out!?"

Yang Bing's mouthful of cake scum, jumped up with a smile on his face, and took the token with one hand.

"Go back, I'll go over!"

She couldn't wait to turn around, grabbed Ling Luoyu's hand, and swayed like a baby.

"When I see my grandmother, I must beg her to let you be my maid..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

What does this mean?

Is it true that accepting such trivial matters as a maid requires the consent of the queen of the sea?

If this is the case, then she will not only manage everything, but will be exhausted to death!

"Miss..."

Po Yang hurried forward, clutching Yang Bing's wrist nervously, and shook her head anxiously.

"This thing must not be said..."

"Why? Grandma said, if I like a girl, I can tell her, she will reward me..."

"That one"

Po Yang was a little confused, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and smiled: "Miss Bing, I think Granny Yang is right, this matter... it's better not to tell!"

"why?"

"Because... a clever girl like me, if the Queen wants to accept me as a maid, will you give it... or not?"

"Why don't you say it, we don't say... I'm just by your side. We are still the same as now, isn't it good?"

"But... but I'm afraid you will leave me just like them..."