"Godmother, I want to eat pastries."
After finishing lunch, Liu Yanhong ran over, clinging to Tong Huaqiong's leg, drooling.
He had been here for most of the day, and he hadn't seen his godmother bring out any pastries, so he was getting a bit anxious.
It wasn't Tong Huaqiong's fault; she had been too busy at home the past few days to bake any pastries.
Tong Huaqiong rubbed the chubby little god-grandson's face and said, "Can't the pastries in Pingchuan County satisfy you?"
Liu Yanhong replied, "I want to eat the birthday cake godmother made for Grandma Huang. Can you make one for me too, godmother?"
This cake wasn't easy to make.
There were no ingredients at home, and to make the cake, Tong Huaqiong would have to delve into the space.
Besides, Tong Huaqiong wasn't willing to go to the trouble of making a cake for her god-grandson right now, even if she had to curry favor with County Magistrate Liu. She couldn't exhaust herself.
