Shang Qinghua stared suspiciously down at the dessert he was holding. "Are you sure this is real chocolate?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure there wasn't any chocolate in Ancient China."

Shen Qingqiu glared at him. "You wrote papapa flowers into this world and you're complaining about the historical accuracy of chocolate??? If you won't appreciate Binghe's hard work, maybe you don't deserve to eat it!"

Shang Qinghua squeaked and clutched the chocolate protectively against his chest. "I didn't say that! You can't hog my son's cooking all to yourself!!"