Silu's expression brightened slightly; naturally, she was well aware that these were the old lady's favorite foods.
Long Xiliang often visited the old lady, and she liked to share her favorite treats with him. Long Xiliang rarely rejected her gestures of kindness—whatever pastries she gave him, he'd accept them all without protest.
So, Silu had made these pastries that the old lady loved, employing a bit of deliberate calculation.
The snacks favored by the old lady essentially guaranteed Long Xiliang wouldn't turn them down. Seeing them would remind him of the old lady, and even if he didn't like them, he'd still taste them. He certainly wouldn't toss them aside without consideration.
"Silu, you're so strange. How could you not tell the difference between what your grandma likes and what you like?"
Lu Xiaoyou's tone carried an innocent curiosity as she questioned.
