Shen Tang reacted a beat late, only to look over with suspicion.,"Ma'am, that is my pastry," Shen Tang said patiently.,He plopped down on the ground, chewing slowly on a hard, cold biscuit. He softened it with his saliva before swallowing, his attention focused on the low-voiced conversation of the officials. Though their chatter was fragmented, he could still piece together some information from it.。