Han Xiaotao looked at Mrs. Bai with wide eyes, not daring to express her anger. No matter how unpalatable the cake was, you wouldn't cry after eating it, right? It seemed like there was something else going on.
"Are you... okay?" she tried to ask.
Mrs. Bai took a deep breath, held back the tears in her eyes, and said calmly: "This smell reminds me of an old friend. It's so similar."
"Really?" Han Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little more curious. What kind of friend would make Mrs. Bai think of her when eating matcha cake?
At this time, Xiaoxiao happened to be nearby, and couldn't help but say: "This matcha cake is Xiaotao's unique recipe. No one else can make this kind of cake."
"A unique recipe?" Mrs. Bai looked at Han Xiaotao in surprise.
"No!" Han Xiaotao scratched his head, "This method of making matcha cake was learned from my mother's manual. Although I have studied it for a long time, I haven't gotten the essence yet."
"In other words, did you learn this method from your mother?" Mrs. Bai's heart suddenly tightened and she stared at Han Xiaotao and asked.
Han Xiaotao was stunned for a moment, wondering why Mrs. Bai was so excited. After adjusting for a while, she nodded and said, "Yes, my mother used to be a cake maker. Probably because of her mother's influence, she also likes this kind of cake.
craft."
"Back then, my aunt was a well-known cake chef in the pastry industry in City S." Xiaoxiao couldn't help but boast.
"Damn girl, stop talking so much and go to work." Han Xiaotao said angrily. Tang Xiaoxiao didn't feel ashamed because he always boasted like this in front of outsiders, but Han Xiaotao was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, so he could only smile.
Xiaoxiao drove her away to prevent her from talking too much. Although Xiaoxiao looked reluctant, she was too embarrassed to hold on.
"No wonder your craftsmanship is so good, Xiaotao. It turns out to be a family tradition." Mrs. Bai said with a smile.
"I just learned some casually. Thank you for your praise, madam." Han Xiaotao lowered his head and said.
"It sounds like Xiaotao's mother is very powerful. The old friend I know also has first-class skills in making cakes. I remember when I met her, I was in a pastry training class, and she was a part-time teacher there.
When it came to me, a stupid student, my first homework was matcha. Because we were about the same age, we became good friends. But later on, she suddenly moved quietly and we lost contact. Counting that.
, we haven't seen each other for seventeen or eighteen years." Mrs. Bai's eyes flashed with silver, and she lowered her head to stir the coffee to slightly conceal her mood at the moment.
Han Xiaotao felt that Madam Bai's expression was a bit sad, so she tried to say: "That friend, must be very important to you, Madam, right?"
Mrs. Bai raised her head and looked at Xiaotao a little lonely and said, "Yes, we are best friends who talk about everything. It is difficult for children from families like ours to make true friends, so they feel particularly cherished."
"I think your friend must have unspeakable reasons for leaving, because I believe that a person who cares so much about cakes will also treat his friends sincerely." Xiao Tao comforted.
Mrs. Bai laughed and said: "I have never doubted the friendship between us. I was just worried that she would not be doing well in these years, but she was unwilling to let me, a friend, lend a helping hand. She is such a stubborn person,
If it weren't for the difficult situation, how could she leave without saying a word?" The faint sadness in the corner of Mrs. Bai's eyes and eyebrows made her look like a white chrysanthemum in late autumn, with the desolation in full bloom. After a moment of silence, she shook her head again,
He laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Look at me, I'm so boring. I'm wasting your time by telling you these trivial things."
"No, it's hard to keep some worries in your heart alone. If you don't mind, madam, you can tell me, which will make you feel better." Han Xiaotao said with a smile.
"No wonder..." Mrs. Bai smiled thoughtfully, but did not continue. She took a deep breath, changed the subject and sighed: "A girl like you will definitely be able to be happy. I will afternoon
I still have work to do, so I have to say goodbye now. But I wonder if I can invite you, Xiaotao, to have dinner with me tonight?"
"Me, me?" Xiao Tao looked at Madam Bai in surprise, not believing her ears.
"I don't know why, but I always feel very friendly when I see Xiao Tao. The time I spend with you, Xiao Tao, seems to be very comfortable. I don't need to think about some troubles that I had." Mrs. Bai said happily.
.
Xiao Tao also laughed, nodded and said, "I don't have that much magic power. If Madam needs it, I will just accompany you."
"Then it's settled. I will arrange the itinerary in the evening and then send an assistant to pick you up." Mrs. Bai left the cake shop after getting her wish.
When Han Xiaotao got off work, Mrs. Bai's assistant drove over and took Han Xiaotao to a nearby five-star hotel.
The assistant walked in front to lead the way. Han Xiaotao was a little unaccustomed to the splendid lights, and followed him to the elevator very cautiously. The assistant went to make arrangements, and Han Xiaotao waited here alone. Unexpectedly, at this time, Mrs. Cui and
Pan Yun came down the spiral staircase at the back. The two of them seemed to have just visited the hotel and were chatting happily. Han Xiaotao lowered his head subconsciously to avoid Mrs. Cui's sight, but the other party had already seen her and walked over.
"We meet again." Mrs. Cui's opening remarks showed no unnecessary emotion, and she didn't know whether such a meeting made her happy or unhappy.
Han Xiaotao said carefully: "Yes, nice to meet you."
"Are you happy?" Mrs. Cui wanted to laugh. It was obviously an expression that she could not avoid, but she insisted on saying that she was happy. However, she did not want to pursue this point, but said: "But I am surprised. You came here.
Dinner?”
Han Xiaotao was stunned, looking at Mrs. Cui but not knowing what to say. Indeed, logically speaking, it was impossible for Han Xiaotao to eat in such a high-end hotel. Mrs. Cui had some doubts in her eyes.
Sure enough, Mrs. Cui continued to ask: "Is Min Hao here too?"
Han Xiaotao's face changed slightly, and Mrs. Cui's tone was clearly full of disdain and contempt. Probably in her opinion, a girl like Han Xiaotao who wanted to be as tall, handsome and rich as her son was just trying to gain wealth.
, so it was reasonable to be brought to such a high-end hotel. Han Xiaotao's hands were holding the hem of his pants, and his heart was beating. If it were to others, Xiaotao could explain it confidently, but facing Mrs. Cui - Min Hao's mother
, she didn’t know what attitude and mood she should adopt.
"Han Xiaotao!" Bai Ziling's voice came from the other side of the hall.
"Master Bai?" Han Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief, his voice finally broke the deadlock.
Mrs. Cui looked at Han Xiaotao and then at Bai Ziling, with a strange color flashing in her eyes. When she was at Cui's house, Bai Ziling came forward to help Han Xiaotao out of trouble, and even put on a valuable jewelry necklace.
She danced gracefully in front of everyone. Later, they fought over her at the Cherry Blossom Festival. The relationship between the two seemed to be extraordinary. She looked at Han Xiaotao and Bai Ziling who walked up to Xiaotao with such suspicion.
"Why are you still down there? My mother is waiting above. Come up quickly." With that, Bai Ziling dragged Han Xiaotao onto the elevator. I wonder if he sensed Mrs. Cui's malicious aura, so Bai Ziling didn't
Show a good face.
This floor has been booked by the Bai family, but only one table has been arranged.
Candlelight, roses, and goblets created a quiet and warm atmosphere. Although Han Xiaotao was not very good at appreciating the melodious melody of the violin, he still found it pleasant.
When Mrs. Bai saw her coming, she happily invited her to sit down and then ordered the dishes to be served.
Bai Ziling took out a gift box, handed it to her mother, and said with a smile: "Happy birthday."
Mrs. Bai accepted it with a smile, but saw Han Xiaotao's expression becoming embarrassed.
"Today...is your birthday?" Han Xiaotao almost wanted to slap herself to death. "I'm sorry, because I didn't know before, so I didn't prepare anything..."
"As for gifts, haven't you already given them to Xiaotao?" Mrs. Bai said with a faint smile.
"Ah?" Han Xiaotao was stunned.
"It allows me to taste the familiar taste again. Xiaotao's matcha cake this afternoon is the gift I should be most grateful for." Mrs. Bai said meaningfully.
"Have you two met in the afternoon?" Bai Ziling opened his eyes wide, as if he suddenly realized something. "I asked, why did you suddenly invite Xiaotao to have dinner with you? You usually like to be alone on your birthday.
."
Mrs. Bai smiled and said: "I neglected some things when I was busy at work. At that time, I was not with my son, so I want to make up for it now." She raised her head and looked at Bai Ziling lovingly, with a look in her eyes.
Full of apologies.
The corners of Bai Ziling's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and toasted his mother.
Han Xiaotao saw a little silver light in the corners of Bai Ziling's eyes, lowered her head and smiled. It turned out that just such a simple arrangement between mother and son could resolve the previous estrangement. She was very glad that she said those words to Mrs. Bai in the afternoon.
"Xiao Tao, do you like this part-time job now?" Mrs. Bai suddenly asked.
"Do you want to make a cake?" Han Xiaotao laughed, "Maybe it was influenced by my mother, so I have had that feeling since I was a child. It is a great thing to be able to use the things you make with your own hands to let others taste the taste of happiness.
Meaningful things. My mother always said that when she was alive."
"Use the things you make with your own hands to let others taste the taste of happiness?" Mrs. Bai repeated, her back became a little stiff. Pictures from many years ago flashed through her mind.
At that time, there was also a person with a black ponytail who smiled and said to her: "Being a cake chef is not just fun. If you can use your own hands to create the taste of happiness, and let everyone enjoy it,
It would probably be very meaningful to be able to taste it.”