At the end of April, peach blossoms were fluttering in the Capital.
"Zhi'er, try this. Your father got up early to make it, insisting that you like to eat it." Jing Jia handed over a box of sesame crisps.
The family of three sat in the pavilion, surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, magnificent scenery.
Looking closer, peach blossoms danced in the air, extremely beautiful.
Bai Zhi'er picked up the sesame crisps, and before she could take a few bites, Bai Xilie already gestured with his hand.
"It's almost noon, Zhi'er must be hungry. Let's eat first, then have the sesame crisps. Dad had the Imperial Kitchen prepare crystal pork hock and cauliflower mushroom, all your favorites."
Bai Zhi'er tasted each dish lightly.
However, the dishes she usually loved the most, she ate only a little.
She silently put down her chopsticks.
