"Now, you understand my identity without any problem, right?"
She suddenly flashed a sly smile.
"Then have my apple pie!"
As she spoke, she waved her right hand in front of her, and several apple pies appeared on the small table in the center of the car.
Thanks to the preservation of the Spatial Spiritual Artifact, these apple pies seemed as if they were just taken out of the oven.
A rich and sweet aroma instantly domineered every inch of space inside the car, a blend of the buttery richness of the crust, the slightly tart fragrance of baked apples, and the warm sweetness of cinnamon and caramel, a smell that was enough to make one's mouth water.
The surface of the pie was crafted with a beautifully woven lattice crust, baked to a perfect caramel color, sprinkled with a thin layer of golden cinnamon sugar.
Through the gaps in the crust, you could see the amber-colored apple chunks wrapped in thick caramel sauce, tender yet maintaining their shape, exuding a tempting sheen.
