She said, stepped on the small stool, and opened the cake on the table.

The cake is not pretty, and the words on it are a bit childish, but very serious.

Ah Qing looked at it and seemed to be able to imagine the little sweetheart writing these words one by one, and his heart suddenly softened: "You left alone to make this cake?"

"That's right! I wanted to give you a surprise, so I asked Grandpa Pastry to learn from it, but I didn't expect it to be messed up." The little sweetheart crossed her fingers and lowered her eyebrows.

No one can bear to blame that poor little Jin anymore.

Ah Qing even felt a little guilty and quickly pulled the person into his arms.

The fierceness that I had deliberately pretended just now disappeared immediately, and I felt extremely regretful. Just as I was thinking about how to comfort him, Xiaoyu came over from outside.

I also knew it was my little sweetheart’s birthday today, so I came here specially.

Ah Qing immediately stuffed the little one into his arms: "Xiaoyu, please do me a favor. Help me coax the little baby well. I'll go buy her a birthday gift!"

"Huh?" Xiaoyu just came in. He was a little confused, but the little sweetheart had already grasped his head and hugged him.

Ah Qing said to the little sweetheart again: "Whatever the baby wants today, no matter how much, can be sent directly to me. The other cake is not allowed to be touched until I come back!"

Ah Qing misunderstood her little sweetheart, so she must make up for it.

No amount of greetings is worth a huge sum of money, so she decided to use gift bombing to solve the problem.

With such a sweet face, she turned around and left directly.

Xiaoyu was left in a daze.

And in the corner where he couldn't see, the little sweetheart snickered. In comparison, Aunt Qingqing was really a silly sweetie, huh?

If Mommy was here, I would definitely not go around her easily today.

I don’t know if Mommy is here now, and when she plans to come back?

The little sweetheart was in Xiaoyu's arms. She had just seen her daddy and suddenly she missed her mommy.

She moved her calves and sighed silently.

At this time, Xia Wanxin had just arrived at Ning'an Temple.

Ning'an Temple is located on the mountainside in the northern suburbs of the shopping mall, far away from the urban area.

It is precisely because of this that the place is surrounded by lush green forests, the mountains and rivers are sparkling, and the scenery is particularly good.

Xia Wanxin walked up the mountain.

She doesn't usually exercise much, but today she enjoyed the process and felt her heart calming down little by little.

When we arrived, there were already people waiting.

"Abbot Huikong." She clasped her hands together and bowed.

"Amitabha, the donor is well." Huikong also clasped his hands together, his voice was particularly strong, his temples were frosty white, but he was energetic and his eyes were calm and far-reaching, as if he had gathered everything in the world here.

When it was time to say hello, there was a bell ringing in the back of the mountain. The sound dispersed little by little in the misty mountains. When it fell to my ears, I felt extremely solemn.

When she came here, Xia Wanxin didn't even want to speak loudly, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Her expression became more and more peaceful.

Huikong smiled and said to her: "We are ready. Donor, please come with me."

After that, he turned around and left, followed by Xia Wanxin.

Five years ago, when her father Xia Hongzheng was in an accident, she was in panic. When she was helpless, she could only place her hope in gods and Buddhas. She came here to pray several times and got to know Master Huikong.

Five years later, her heart moved her and she came again just a few days before returning to China.
Chapter completed!