As for Wen Xiaorou, when Yang Mufan started the car and disappeared into the increasingly dark night, the smile on her lips slowly dropped bit by bit. Important card game?! Really?! Since there is
There is work to be done, why don't you even bring an assistant?! If you want to secretly go to dinner with Mu Wanqing and Yang Mu'an, you have to see if she is willing to give him a chance.
Wen Xiaorou's eyes were full of evil and viciousness, reflecting the dim orange street lights, which was extremely terrifying.
She turned around coldly and wanted to go to the basement.
But the moment she turned around, she saw at a glance that Sirius was staring straight at her with a... very confused, very surprised, very disgusted look.
In an instant, Wen Xiaorou's heart skipped a beat——
Such a scene occurred in the back kitchen of black.swan.luxury.cakes. cake shop.
"Mom, mom, uncle doesn't like cream. Add a little less cream. There's really too much cream."
"Mom, mom, and uncle don't like to eat fruit either. Don't add so much fruit, just a little less."
"Mom, mom, and uncle don't like chocolate at all. Do you want to be disgusted by him by adding so much chocolate?!"
"Mommy mommy……"
"Mommy mommy……"
"..."
Mu Wanqing was absolutely speechless.
She stared angrily at the naughty child lying on the cooking table with her round eyes, and she was not allowed to let go of this one or that one.
With an angry and petulant attitude, Mu Wanqing pushed the cake and said quietly: "If you don't put cream, don't put fruit, don't put chocolate, then... An An, handsome boy, tell me, what to put?!"
What does uncle like to eat?!"
"..." Yang Mu An's charming and beautiful little peach blossom eyes looked up at Mommy, who was obviously furious. He thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of something. He exclaimed, "Mom, An An knows what to add to it.
Already?!"
"What?!" Mu Wanqing's tone was cold.
"Uncle likes to drink, can you put the wine on top?" Yang Muan said seriously, oh, no, he said it very seriously.
Upon hearing the opinion, Mu Wanqing immediately had black lines on her head.
Put wine on cake?!
Did she hear it right?
Wine is a liquid, how to put it on a cake?!
This naughty kid can figure it out.
Do you think you can put whatever you want on the cake?!
Simply, so whimsical.
…
By the time I finished making the cake, it was already half past eight in the evening.
Mu Wanqing carefully held the cake. When she rushed to the restaurant, she asked the front desk and found that Yang Mufan was not there, so she felt relieved.
After booking the best and largest private room, Mu Wanqing and Yang Mu'an sat at the dining table in an orderly manner, staring directly at the cake placed in the middle of the table.
Nine o'clock sharp.
Yang Muan asked: "Mom, why hasn't uncle come yet?!"
Mu Wanqing was also a little anxious and worried. It was so late, could Yang Mufan still be working? It looked like the restaurant was about to close at ten o'clock.
Another Italian restaurant.
The restaurant manager took the menu and walked into the VIP box. He looked at the stern figure sitting at the dining table with his back straight, and immediately shuddered: "Mr. Yang, it's getting late, do you want to order first?!"
