C447 Write Zither to the Intestine(part Ii)

In the middle of the yam cake was white, and above and below it was red. As he smelled it, he could also smell the fragrance of roses.

Seeing such a beautiful dessert, Lee Rou couldn't help but ask gently, "Did your sister make this herself?"

Zhiqiu chuckled, but didn't say anything.

"What does it matter if you laugh or not? "Yes or no?"

Zhiqiu held back his laughter, shook his head and said