Gripping Yan Xiaye's hand tightly, Qin Yiren sniffed, looked around, and whispered, "Let's not talk about these unhappy things. I've brought a gift from Little Yunduo for you. It's the cookies you taught him to bake before!"
With that, Qin Yiren took a palm-sized airtight container from her bag, opened it, and revealed neatly arranged cookies in two rows, filled with a large amount of cranberries, which made the color of the cookies quite strange.
The peculiar-looking cookies made Yan Xiaye and Qin Yiren look at each other in surprise, then simultaneously burst into laughter.
In the past, she had accidentally told Little Yunduo she liked the taste of cranberries, and the little guy remembered it, generously adding so many.
Warmth surged in her heart as Yan Xiaye picked out a pretty-shaped cookie for Qin Yiren, proudly saying, "I personally taught Little Yunduo how to cook. Although the shape is a bit odd, the taste is definitely guaranteed!"
