It takes a lot of time to buy flowers, and the more difficult thing is the desserts that the little girl likes to eat.

The one Niannian likes to eat is a bit far from the city center, not to mention that there has not been a store recently, so I have been going to the annual meeting.

You can't just buy it at home to treat girls perfunctorily.

A cake shop not far from far away, open 24 hours a day.

There are also small desserts for self-service.

The boss is a young couple. He started his own business since college and has been operating here for five or six years.

It is also a well-known cake shop around.

I heard from the people in the Secretary-General that the most important thing is that it can make the desserts you want on its own.

It's a good place to unzip.

The wind chime at the door rang, accompanied by the sound of pushing the door in. The couple, who were taking a nap, looked towards the door.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

The moment the man took off his mask, the couple stood there in a daze.

The wife was so scared that she pinched her husband.

"Oh my god! Am I dreaming?"

"Ahem, there shouldn't be any. What we see may be the same scene."

"Shangshang... Shangluo! It's Shangluo." After so many years, I have opened a store here. Although I know that Yuanchen is nearby, I have never met a male god by chance.

The boss’s wife was a fan of Shangluo at the beginning, so she thought of opening a store here when she started a business.

On the one hand, there is indeed a large flow of people here, but on the other hand, I still have a little selfish desire, hoping that one day I will truly meet the male god.

Even if it's just a glance from a distance.

I never expected that one day the male god would take the initiative to step into their small shop.

The husband is holding his wife, he is better.

"Don't be excited, keep calm."

Shangluo looked at the environment and it was very warm.

"Can you still make cakes now? I want to make one, so I may have to trouble you here."

It's not trouble or trouble. The woman excitedly grabbed her husband's sleeve and almost jumped up and said to Shangluo.

"Not bothering or not, you can do it."

Even if you can't do it, you can find a way to do it.

“The production room is in the kitchen.”

The front hall is where they sell.

Shangluo put on gloves and apron and followed the proprietress to the production room.

"Luckily it's night now, and there are more people during the day." Now only the couple are left. "Male God, can I ask you if you are making this cake?"

"Apologize to Miss Shi."

She shouldn't have asked too much, what is the name of pampering Miss Ji?

"I'm sure I won't be really angry with you."

"Please do a kneel on the keyboard! I'm wrong with writing my wife."

Today is another day to cry for other people's beautiful love.

"Okay, OK."

The cake is not big, just enough to accommodate Shangluo’s requirements.

Halfway through, the serious and focused man had a sudden idea and asked the boss lady to take a photo of herself.

"Do you have a Weibo?"

"Yes, send this?" the woman asked uncertainly.

Shang Luo smiled with a gentle and polite smile on his lips.

"Yes, please post it on your Weibo. As for anything else you want to write, as long as it is related to her."

The boss’s wife may not have worked so hard when she got married. She photographed Mr. Shang’s eyes down and his hands were folded on the cake embryo at various angles.

Although none of them were facing the camera, the warm light hit him.

The sharpness of work fades, and the man feels a little more warm.

Like a gentle scholar.

A simple action to start, and there are specific explanations next to it.

Shangluo will read it once.

However, Shangluo did not expect that the boss lady was actually a food expert on Weibo, with 200,000 or 300,000 fans.
Chapter completed!