Two hours later, the mother and daughter lay sprawled on the ground, devoid of any semblance.
Zhouzhou, with a slight protrusion of her belly, let out a small burp, her chubby paws waving weakly. "I can't eat anymore,"she sighed.
The ingredients brought by the shop assistant had been completely devoured, all finding their way into their stomachs.
"I'm done too," An Ya stared blankly at the ceiling, almost envious of starving ghosts, at least they wouldn't have to experience the sensation of their stomachs about to burst.
In truth, she felt that gifts bought with money, as long as they were carefully chosen, were not perfunctory. They didn't necessarily have to be handmade.
"No, not yet," Zhouzhou struggled to get up, pulling out a pill from her pocket and popping it into her mouth.
Alard, An Ya asked, "What are you eating, Zhouzhou?"
Didn't she keep poison there?
Zhouzhou chewed on the pill, saying, "It's a digestive aid pill that I've newly researched. It aids digestion, and I'll be hungry again after a while."
So miraculous?
An Ya breathed a sigh of relief and beca curious. "Let try it too."
"Sure, sure," Zhouzhou drew a circle on the ground and brewed a bottle of digestive aid pills for her.
After swallowing one, An Ya soon felt less bloated. Her eyes lit up, and she rolled up her sleeves, saying, "Let's continue!"
"Okay!" Zhouzhou also got up from the ground, humming as they continued. With a slogan in her mouth, "Eat after working, work after eating, as long as you don't die from eating too much, then eat like there's no tomorrow!"
An Ya: "..."
With Zhouzhou's rapid-action digestive pills, they ate dozens more cakes, finally managing to finish a passable one before dark.
Looking at the cake in front of her, An Ya collapsed on the ground, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Fortunately, they didn't have to make the cake base themselves. If they had to start from scratch, they would have wasted so many ingredients.
Zhouzhou also sat on the ground, looking at the cake and smiling happily. "Finally done!"
After a mont's thought, she felt it wasn't enough.
It seed like sothing was missing.
She tilted her head and thought, yes, words!
The other cakes all had words on them, and so even had beautiful little patterns. She wanted to draw too!
With that thought, she quickly got up, holding strawberry sauce, and started drawing on the cake.
Before An Ya could react, Zhouzhou had finished.
She looked down and was instantly dumbfounded.
Suddenly, the sowhat passable cake had an extra layer of mysterious symbols on it. She cautiously asked, "Zhouzhou, what is this?"
"It's our family," Zhouzhou happily clapped her chubby hands and said, looking up at her, "Mom, is it pretty?"
An Ya's mouth twitched, reluctantly nodding. Far from it.
She didn't even want to recognize which one was her; she thought she looked pretty good.
But Zhouzhou was very happy, pointing and saying, "Mom, this is you, this is sharp tongue uncle, and this is ."
"I didn't draw dad this ti. Sharp tongue uncle gets jealous too easily. With dad, he definitely wouldn't be happy. Today's his birthday, let him be happy."
Hearing this, An Ya's heart ward, she hugged her little daughter and placed her on her lap, patting her little head. "Zhouzhou, actually, Lingfeng doesn't dislike your dad; he's just a little jealous."
After all, she was his own daughter, but she was so close to others; he would definitely be unhappy.
Zhouzhou nodded her head, very obediently. "Mom, I know. The senior brothers are like this too. If I get close to one senior brother, the other senior brothers will also be unhappy. Oh, n are really too petty."
As she spoke, she furrowed her little brows, her hands holding her chubby little belly, her face full of worry.
She's too tough.
An Ya chuckled and poked her forehead. "Small in size but big in spirit."
She looked at the cake again and found it much more pleasing.
Although Zhouzhou's painting skills were as mysterious as ever, if Lingfeng knew there was no Qin Lie here, he would definitely be overjoyed.
Not bad.
She had the shop assistant pack it up, and at this ti, Qin Lie also arrived.
Glancing at it, he asked, "Is it done?"
"Yes!" Zhouzhou nodded, boasting, "Dad, the cake I made looks super pretty!"
Qin Lie patted her little head, "Let's go."
"Okay." Zhouzhou didn't need him. She carefully carried the cake herself along the way.
Lingfeng chose to celebrate his birthday at ho, just wanting to be with them, not wanting to be outside in all the hustle and bustle.
So Qin Lie brought them to Lingfeng's house but didn't enter.
Zhouzhou waved at him, "Dad, I'm not going back today. I'll go back tomorrow."
"Okay." Qin Lie nodded, lifting his chin. "Go ahead."
"Mm-hmm." Zhouzhou nodded and pulled An Ya inside.
"Mom, you go in first. I'll join later," at the doorstep, Zhouzhou winked at An Ya, "I want to surprise sharp tongue uncle."
"Okay." An Ya covered her mouth and chuckled before floating inside.
Just as Lingfeng finished the last dish and saw her, he asked in confusion, "Where's Zhouzhou?"
"She's outside. Close your eyes."
Hearing this, Lingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly. Was the gift coming?
He couldn't help but feel expectant, obediently closing his eyes, unable to resist guessing what it might be.
Just as he was thinking, he heard a rustling sound.
After a while, Zhouzhou said, "Okay."
Lingfeng quickly opened his eyes and saw the thing on the coffee table, his smile freezing on his face.
What on earth is this?
Before Zhouzhou could notice, blinking excitedly, "Sharp tongue uncle, this is the cake my mom and I made for you. Do you like it?"
Lingfeng looked at the cake in front of him, feeling sowhat confused. Should he say he liked it or not?
Seeing his expression, An Ya cleared her throat. Their craftsmanship was indeed lacking, plus Zhouzhou's artistic touch had made the already unattractive cake even uglier.
She had to pull out her trump card, "Zhouzhou, why don't you introduce what you've drawn?"
Zhouzhou nodded, pointing at the drawing on top, "It's the three of us. This is..."
Before she finished, An Ya turned to Lingfeng, brandishing her trump card, "There's no Qin here, just the three of us."
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Lingfeng's eyes lit up, "I love this gift!"
Rarely did his little girl only think of him and not bring Qin Lie along.
He carefully examined the cake. Hmm, it actually looked quite nice.
He wondered why he felt so fond of this cake as soon as he saw it.
This was his little girl's love!
He couldn't bear to eat it. Instead, he took out his phone and took a photo, posting it for the first ti on his social dia.
As soon as he posted it, several comnts instantly appeared below.
Opening them, they were all filled with question marks, asking what on earth this was.
He scoffed, a bunch of people with no taste.
As he was about to close his phone, he suddenly noticed a few more ssages, and his gaze froze...
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