Bai Zisheng, who has never liked pastries, also ate a piece and nodded and praised: "It's so delicious."

The rest of the wedding cakes and ink paintings were given to Bai Zixi.

Bai Zixi thanked her, sat under the white big locust tree, stuttering in small stutters. After a while, she asked Mo Hua in a gentle voice:

“How is this wedding cake made?”

"I don't know...it's very complicated anyway."

"Can Aunt Liu do it?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zixi's eyes were slightly brighter.

"But my mother won't do it." Mo Hua said again.

Bai Zixi was stunned, with a puzzled look on his face, "Why?"

"Happy cake has special meaning, and can only be eaten by monks when they get married."

Bai Zixi ate the wedding cake again and looked up and asked:

"Have anyone else got married recently?"

Mo Hua thought about it and shook her head, "It seems to be gone."

Bai Zixi looked a little regretful.

She glanced at the pastry and asked again, "Have you tasted it?"

"I tasted one." Mo Hua said.

It’s enough to eat a piece and get some joy.

Bai Zixi stretched out her white little hand, took out a piece of pastry from the box, and handed it to Mo Hua, "Let's eat together."

Mo Hua ran away for a day and was a little hungry, so he took the pastry and started eating it.

The mountain breeze blows gently, wrinkling a pool of water, smoothing the tender grass, scooping a tree of quiet locust fragrance, and wandering among the mountain.

Bai Zisheng lay on the grass, flipping through the book boredly.

Mo Hua and Bai Zixi, two children with pink and jade carvings, sat under the tree and were quietly eating wedding cakes.

Snow-white locust flowers floated above his head, and a bright red joy box was placed in front of him.

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