C514

Su Jia'er glanced at the exquisite pastries on the table. Her handiwork could be seen, and the lotus flower bun looked like a lotus flower that was about to bloom in the pond.

Although she looked good, they were all sweet. She didn't like sweet foods in the morning.

Zhang Shu poured Su Jia'er a cup of tea and said with a slight smile, "Sir Su, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Miss Zhang