"The heat still seems to be wrong!" Mo Li's tone revealed a bit of annoyance.
Zhuo Yang looked surprised, "You did this?!"
"It seems that I really have no talent in cooking!" Mo Li raised his hand lightly, and the slightly burnt cake in front of her turned into a ball of ashes. Ignoring this, she walked aside again and picked up the eggs in the basket.
Watching her skillfully crack open the eggs, separate the egg whites and yolks, and beat them with three chopsticks, the surprise on Zhuoyang's face became more and more obvious.
Going to the kitchen was something that was absolutely unimaginable for Li Qiye before.
In her words, her time should not be wasted on such boring things.
Now, she is so patiently making cakes, and I don’t know how the cake tasted just now. In fact, it looks pretty good, but it’s just a little bit mushy at the edges.
"Is it necessary to prepare the wedding cake by yourself?!" Zhuo Yang asked softly.
"Wedding cake?!" Mo Li put down the beaten egg white in his hand and explained, "No, this is a birthday cake. Today is Mingyue's birthday!"
Zhuo Yang nodded lightly and said nothing.
He just stood aside and watched silently, watching her concentrate on adding the ground sugar and flour, carefully stirring, pouring into the heart-shaped cake mold, putting down the grill, and releasing the mysterious power of fire to bake...
Looking at her appearance, Zhuo Yang naturally thought of the pistol she gave him. He also knew about guns. Just looking at the gun body, he knew that the gun was not an ordinary custom-made one, but handmade by her.
.
If...if he hadn't died, wouldn't it be that she would have acted like a coquettish girl in front of him and cooked and baked cakes for him just like she did to Mingyue?!
A sweet smell gradually floated in the air.
Carefully taking out the cake, opening the lid, and looking at the perfectly baked cake inside, Mo Li relaxed and said, "It's done!"
"I didn't expect that you would also cook one day!" Her voice brought Zhuoyang back to his senses instantly.
"Yes!" Li Li looked at the cake in front of him, "Don't tell me it's you, even I can't imagine that I can actually bake a cake!"
"If..." Zhuo Yang lowered his gaze slightly, "If we hadn't traveled through time that day, would you... have baked a cake for me?!"
Mo Li was slightly stunned, "What did you say?!"
Before she could answer, Zhuo Yang chuckled, "Nothing, it's almost time, I should go too?!"
"Let's go?!" Mo Li raised his eyebrows in confusion, "You...won't you stay for a wedding drink?!"
Zhuo Yang shrugged his shoulders, "There are all officials from the Ming Dynasty at the table, so it's not appropriate for me to show up. Since we've already talked about cooperation, I think I'd better rush back to the north as soon as possible to prepare early!"
"Then...okay!" Li Li stretched out his hand to untie the belt of his apron, "I'll give it to you!"
"No need, you are the bride today and have many things to prepare for, so just stay here obediently!" Zhuo Yang stretched out his right hand to her, "Mo Li, I wish you happiness!"
"Thank you!" Li Li stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "I believe that you will also find your own happiness!"
"Maybe!" Zhuo Yang smiled and forced himself to loosen his fingers one by one. Feeling her warmth between his fingers disappear with the wind, he suddenly turned around, fluttered his wings, and swept towards the north without looking back.
go.
"I'm sorry!" Looking at the direction in which he disappeared, Li Li said softly.