"Come up on 188th."

It is a sound.

They were all waiting for their number plate to be cue, so the whole audience was quiet. When this sound came out, the expressions of the velvet flowers fell out of the spot and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

The No. 1, the No. 1, has been proven!

Then, no matter what, everyone looked around—

rwkk, where is the magical emperor?

However, a few seconds passed, and the European Emperor had not yet taken the initiative to claim the number plate of Love.

His eyes passed through the rows, and Rong Chuo was fixed in the tenth row.

With a small dumpling on her back, she lowered her head, looking like she was playing with her cell phone.

Come to his birthday party and play with your phone?

She is very good.

Rong Chuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and his lip line was also pursed, "No. 188."

The little dumplings don't even lift them.

“188.”

“…”

In a blink of an eye, the gentle male voice had repeated the same number three times. However, the mysterious European Emperor No. 188 still had no one to check and did not answer.

It was like a stone was thrown into the bottomless valley, without a reply for a while.

On the seats in the tenth row, when I heard the repeated No. 188, "Let’s a small velvet flower", I couldn’t help but feel envious and curious. I turned to Yan Ge and chatted, "Why did I hear it and I didn’t agree? I don’t know who that No. 188 is..."

As he said this, "Lettuce is a small velvet flower" touched the number plate on Yan Geyi.

The first name is Song font with black and eye-catching, 188.

"Lettuce is a small velvet flower": "..."

"Let’s a small velvet flower" screamed in surprise: "If you don’t sing, you are the 188th one!"

Previously, Kuma was on stage, and Yan Ge only looked at the photos of his mobile phone, and did not pay much attention to what happened on the stage. After being called by "Lettuce is a small velvet flower", Yan Ge naturally looked at his license plate and nodded in agreement, "...yes."

So "Let’s Little Velvet Flower" quickly grabbed Yan Ge’s wrist, immediately raised his voice octave, "Teacher Rong! No. 188 is here! No. 188 is next to me!"

Yan Ge: "..."

Before Yan Ge could react completely, his eyes were focused and his voice urged him.

“Go on stage, No. 188.”

"No. 188, go up quickly."

"No. 188, Teacher Rong is waiting for you! Don't sit there and be stunned!"

The rest of the people were urging him, and the "lettuce is a small velvet flower" sitting next to Yan Ge was urging him even more. "Don't sing, go!"

Yan Ge: "..."

Just as everyone's urging voices and eyes were met, Yan Ge raised his eyelids, separated by nearly ten rows, separated by a sea of ​​people, separated by the gap between the stage and the audience, and separated by the balloons, flowers and ribbons that celebrate people's birthdays—

The white light flowing like a silver shadow on the body.

And he looked at her with a confused look.

He locked his phone screen and Yan Ge stood up from the ten rows, passed through the cramped corridor formed by the chairs and long tables, walked out of the corridor, also walked through the aisle, and walked up the steps.

Step by step, he walked to his side.

On the side of the man, Yan Ge stood still. Including the height of the bud head, her height was barely level with the man's chest.

The height difference is huge.

"Let’s a small velvet flower." As I watched, I ignorantly said, "It’s so cute that I don’t sing and stand with Teacher Rong."

"Lettuce is a small velvet flower": "It looks more pleasing than kuma and teacher Rong."

...

Of course, there was a long distance between them at this time. Yan Ge couldn't hear the real-time comments posted by "Lettuce is a Little Velvet Flower". However, she saw the nine-layer birthday cake pushed to the stage by the car, and also saw the transparent knife and fork next to the cake - so Yan Ge roughly guessed that this should be asked to come up to cut the cake.

As she guessed, Kuma's previous proposal was that her idol appointed a velvet flower to cut the cake, and her idol herself would distribute the cake.

The designated velvet flower was No. 188, who had been repeatedly cueed three times before taking the stage. His Weibo account "don't sing".

It's her.

Naturally, he walked onto the stage, and it was inevitable that Yan 188, did not sing, and the song met the man who cueed her three times.

The male voice opened his voice lazily and asked intentionally or unintentionally, his voice floating like a blue smoke: "Is the mobile phone fun?"

Yan Ge: "..."

When he was talking to Kuma just now, she was indeed looking at her phone.

Maybe she discovered it by her idol, Yan Ge thought.

She is realistic: "It's okay."

"..." I didn't want to worry about this issue with my little fans, so Rong Chuo threw in an order: "Help me cut the cake."

Yan Ge answered.

During the whole process of speaking, Rong Chuo didn't even take the microphone and said something to the girl's house. The people sitting below couldn't hear it, and they couldn't help but feel curious.

"What are Teacher Rong and No. 188 talking about?"

"I guess it must be Education No. 188. After all, Teacher Rong called her three times but she didn't agree."

“…”

After agreeing to cut the cake, Yan Ge then took the cutter from the small cart, turned around, and held her hand slightly at the big cake in the cart.

The cake in front of me was divided into nine layers, which was as high as her shoulders and was the size of a round crib. The layer above was made of light cream and carved with diamond sugar and fresh cut flowers. In the middle was a human-shaped standing card made of fondant chocolate. It was a man in formal wear, and the man was holding a golden trophy in his hand - it was obvious that the corresponding one was her idol.

The cake designer graduated from the French Academy of Bleu and enjoys a reputation throughout the Sijiu City. Many celebrities invite this person to make birthday cakes when celebrating their birthdays.

The work is indeed famous: although the cake is huge and divided into nine layers, each layer has different effects and patterns, and is not repeated. It also takes into account all aspects of details, and the overall is very exquisite and beautiful.

It is the kind that makes people difficult to get a knife, exquisite and beautiful.

This birthday meeting was fully prepared in advance, with the stage lighting, microphone, audio, and projectors and photography equipment. Photography is connected to projection in real time. The camera position faces the stage and still unmoved the sweet appearance of the nine-layer cake on the giant curtain in front of the stage.

In front of the cake, Yan Ge held the handle of the knife and had not started yet.

Hundreds of velvet flowers at the scene whispered in a low voice.

"This cake is so beautiful! It's the same as a work of art."

"Teacher Rong's card is also cute!"

"How to cut such a beautiful cake? I guess I can't start with No. 188, haha."

"I guess so, hahahaha."

Then, everyone, "Hahahahahahaha."

At the same time, the hands-cutting knife projected on the giant screen fell, and in an instant, the first layer of cake was divided into two.

Everyone: "..."

The person holding the handle of the knife looked small and only 1.6 meters after breaking through his head, and his temperament was also gentle and gentle.

But, with one knife, it will be two halves.

After looking closely, her knife skills were fast and good. Although she did not hesitate to cut the knife, the blade did not cut any of the 108 flowers, and the second one perfectly avoided the human-shaped standing card in the middle of the cake - the man holding the Oscar little gold cup was unscathed.

Accurate, efficient, fast, without any hesitation.

One slash, another slash.

The two-shot horizontally and vertically cut into a tic-tac-shaped shape. After four knifes, the human-shaped standing card inserted in the middle of the cake was completely cut and placed firmly in the cake plate. Yan Ge turned around and took it to the person who celebrated his birthday today.

"..." After sweeping the cake with a standing card in it, Rong Chuo's lips were half-tightened: "You hold it."

He said: "I don't eat sweets."

Yan Ge's eyelashes moved slightly.

He said the saying that he didn't eat sweet food twice.

But he also gave her two times the red bean-flavored white rabbit.

……Um.

However, since he claimed that she would not turn a blind eye to his performance. So Yan Ge put the cake plate in his hand and put it in the cake packing box attached to the cart. Yan Ge continued to pick up the knife and cut the first layer of cake horizontally and vertically.

The cake was split, and the lamp was stained with a pen like a pen, and the side face was extremely gentle and quiet. However, the knife technique was neat and straightforward, and it was displayed on the screen in front of the stage at the same time. Everyone could not see the movement clearly. However, when the hand was raised and the knife fell, the cake turned into square shapes, regular and neat.

Everyone: "..."

Ah this.
To be continued...