Beichen Lin brought over the twice-cooked sesame cakes, which were even more crispy and fragrant. However, Yun Anan still had no appetite.,Just like the splendid scene I saw at Tianbao Pavilion that day, it was brilliant but fleeting.,With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.。