"Senior Brother Shiyuan, today is your birthday. I specially made these pastries for you."
The junior sister, Xue Xue, was petite and adorable. The smile on her face was as sweet as honey, making it very easy for those around her to be affected by it.
"Thank you."
"Senior Brother Shiyuan?"
Although Ye Shiyuan had thanked her, he did not take the pastries she was holding.
In truth, this was not the first time Xue Xue had made pastries for Ye Shiyuan.
However, he had never accepted them before.
"Thank you for your kindness, but there is no need. Cultivators do not eat these things."
"It is only once in a while, so it does not matter. Besides, I added many spiritual herbs. They will not place any burden on your body. They can even help with cultivation."
Ye Shiyuan remained extremely courteous. "I am sorry."
