I Became Rich after selling Desserts in Ancient Time

Tiger Bread And Handmade Orange Juice

Pei Ling, wearing a sky-blue robe, walked through a long corridor lined with green bamboos on both sides. When he stepped onto the bluestone steps, the hem of his robe fluttered, stained with some dewdrops from the early autumn morning.

　　The Pei residence was very quiet. The maids walked on tiptoe and only dared to glance at the banished immortal-like figure when the head of the Pei family passed by.

　　He didn't have much official business today, so he came back after the grand court meeting. When he got home, Fang Heng happened to have brought breakfast to the table.

　　"My dear, you are back. Let's eat." Fang Heng's eyes were filled with joy. "My dear seemed to like the dessert made by that young lady yesterday. I went to buy some early this morning. Luckily, I caught it in time."

　　Pei Ling likes quietness, and the servants are all quiet. Fang Heng is the most cheerful person in the Pei family and is naturally talkative. Sometimes, if you listen carefully, you can hear Fang Heng's voice all day long in the Pei Mansion.

　　Pei Ling lifted his robe and sat down at the table. He gathered his sleeves and picked up the long chopsticks, picking up the food with graceful and neat movements.

　　Different from Tang Jun's elegance, Tang Jun is a dignified and gentle scholar who strictly abides by etiquette. This is due to the influence of his profound family heritage and his own cold temperament, so his behavior is not at all dragging.

　　He glanced at Fang Heng: "You are making unwarranted assumptions."

　　Fang Heng was scolded but didn't care. Instead, he smiled and said, "My dear, you held the egg tart in your left hand and the date cake in your right hand alternately under your nose and sniffed them for more than half an hour yesterday. Ah Heng has never seen any pastry that you like so much."

　　Pei Ling: “…”

　　If it weren't for the affection of growing up together and the entrustment of the two elders of the Fang family to him before their death, he should have thrown these words out of the Pei Mansion long ago.

　　"So, did my dear smell the sweetness yesterday?" Fang Heng was really curious.

　　The egg tarts and date cakes from yesterday did stay on Pei Ling's fingertips for half an hour. He hadn't smelled the scent for thirteen years and had almost forgotten what it tasted like, but he unexpectedly smelled a faint sweet fragrance yesterday.

　　It was very faint, but it was the only sweet smell he had smelled in these thirteen years.

　　Pei Ling has no sense of sweetness. He cannot smell or taste sweetness. Desserts taste like wax. Many doctors cannot find the cause of his illness. Even after searching through all the medical books, no one knows how to cure this lack of sweet sense.

　　He had a mild reaction to this, because he naturally didn't like sweet things, so the loss of his sense of sweetness didn't affect him that much.

　　Fang Heng was the only person who was extremely enthusiastic about this matter. Ever since he noticed that Pei Langjun lacked sweet sense, he began to search for various desserts and piled them in front of Pei Ling for him to taste.

　　Thanks to Pei Ling's martial arts training, Fang Heng didn't make him fat, and he has always maintained a well-proportioned figure.

　　“Sometimes there is something.”

　　Hearing this answer, Fang Heng became excited: "As expected! My dear, try this again."

　　As he spoke, he pushed over a plate of light yellow snacks.