Having received Jimo Cheng's permission, Luo Qianqian excitedly jumped up, a face full of happiness.
"Why are you guys not in class again?" Jimo Kong looked at both with confusion, "Here to see the 'date paste' again?"
"Date paste?" Luo Qianqian's face was full of puzzlement.
"Isn't it? That black cotton horse." Jimo Kong said solemnly, "If it's not 'date paste', then it's 'red bean paste'." Anyway, it's a mooncake.
"Grandpa, it's called 'Assorted'..." Jimo Cheng said, shaking his head speechlessly.
And what in the world is a black cotton horse? I've heard of cotton sheep but never of a species called cotton horse. And to be honest, alpacas look more like camels, don't they?
"Right, right, right, I just remember it's a mooncake." Old Master Jimo nodded repeatedly, slapping his forehead. Surely, with old age, comes a tendency to forget things.
Luo Qianqian had a face full of black lines, seeming to agree? It indeed was a mooncake?
