But on this seemingly leisurely morning with warm sunshine, the Bo family manor was busy inside and outside.
"Fish - Aze, don't forget to ask the kitchen to prepare the sweet and sour fish, it's grandpa's favorite. As for the two little guys...just bake them an Imperial Torte."
It’s rare to dress up at home.
Bo Jinghan sorted out the list in his hand and went to the next room to check the two little guys' bedrooms.
"Miss, the fish has been prepared. Mr. Bo and Miss Nuanxia said they would come back early today. The bedrooms of the two young masters have also been tidied up. Child safety locks have been added everywhere, and protection has been added to the door.
set……"
"Well... that's almost it."
Bo Jinghan dusted off the list with his fingertips thoughtfully, when Aze suddenly handed over a neatly folded apron.
"Miss, it's rare for the two young masters to be reunited with you, so why not bake them an Imperial Torte with your own hands. I think they would prefer this sweet greeting to come from their mother's hands!"
Hear the words.
Bao Jinghan turned to look at him and suddenly smiled.
"That's right...Aze, you should be more thoughtful!"
After praising him, Bo Jinghan reached out and took the apron, put it on and walked towards the kitchen downstairs.
…
Imperial Torte is the unique name of Viennese chocolate almond cake, a sweet greeting.
It is also one of the two little guys’ favorite afternoon tea snacks.
I remember that before their birthday last year, they made a wish in the church and said: Dear God, if Mommy can make a cake for us, we will definitely be very, very well behaved this year...
Bo Jinghan didn't know this wish.
Bo Junchen told her afterwards.
But now when I think back to the time when she went to learn how to make cakes and the sight of the two little guys eating them, my heart is filled with warmth.
A gentle smile graced the corners of her mouth, which warmed her heart.
Bo Jinghan lowered his head slightly and sprinkled chopped almonds on the cake skillfully.
At this time, Aze walked in with her mobile phone.
"Miss, your phone number is from Miss Qiao Xinqiao!"
Qiao Xin?
Shouldn't she be in the hospital taking care of Lin Xing at this time?
Stopping his movements, Bo Jinghan took off his gloves and took the phone.
But someone else has already connected.
"Hello, Qiao Xin?"
"I'm Chunxi, and Qiao Xin is feeling unhappy next to me! Sisters, if you have time, come out! I'll take Qiao Xin to the tea restaurant we often go to, and I'll wait for you at Sanbao!"
Before Bo Jinghan could speak, the phone was hung up.
Bo Jinghan stared at the phone in his hand, his thoughts were slightly dazed... What is going on?
"Miss?"
"Oh, Aze, I have something to do and I have to go out first. You can help me get the cake into the oven to bake it later. If grandpa comes back, just call me and I will try to get back as soon as possible!
"
*
An hour later.
Bo Jinghan rushed to the tea restaurant and as soon as he opened the door of the private room, he heard a burst of yelling and curses coming from inside.
"Dead Lin Xing! Stinky Lin Xing! He is just a - big bastard! He is a bastard! I don't want to love him anymore, I don't want to love him anymore... wuwu..."
The scolding suddenly turned into sobs, mixed with incoherent murmurs: "Bad guy... wuwu... why... can't you like me... bad guy..." On Wednesday, the sky was clear and clear.
But on this seemingly leisurely morning with warm sunshine, the Bo family manor was busy inside and outside.
"Fish - Aze, don't forget to ask the kitchen to prepare the sweet and sour fish, it's grandpa's favorite. As for the two little guys...just bake them an Imperial Torte."
It’s rare to dress up at home.
Bo Jinghan sorted out the list in his hand and went to the next room to check the two little guys' bedrooms.
"Miss, the fish has been prepared. Mr. Bo and Miss Nuanxia said they would come back early today. The bedrooms of the two young masters have also been tidied up. Child safety locks have been added everywhere, and protection has been added to the door.
set……"
"Well... that's almost it."
Bo Jinghan dusted off the list with his fingertips thoughtfully, when Aze suddenly handed over a neatly folded apron.
"Miss, it's rare for the two young masters to be reunited with you, so why not bake them an Imperial Torte with your own hands. I think they would prefer this sweet greeting to come from their mother's hands!"
Hear the words.
Bao Jinghan turned to look at him and suddenly smiled.
"That's right...Aze, you should be more thoughtful!"
After praising him, Bo Jinghan reached out and took the apron, put it on and walked towards the kitchen downstairs.
…
Imperial Torte is the unique name of Viennese chocolate almond cake, a sweet greeting.
It is also one of the two little guys’ favorite afternoon tea snacks.
I remember that before their birthday last year, they made a wish in the church and said: Dear God, if Mommy can make a cake for us, we will definitely be very, very well behaved this year...
Bo Jinghan didn't know this wish.
Bo Junchen told her afterwards.
But now when I think back to the time when she went to learn how to make cakes and the sight of the two little guys eating them, my heart is filled with warmth.
A gentle smile graced the corners of her mouth, which warmed her heart.
Bo Jinghan lowered his head slightly and sprinkled chopped almonds on the cake skillfully.
At this time, Aze walked in with her mobile phone.
"Miss, your phone number is from Miss Qiao Xinqiao!"
Qiao Xin?
Shouldn't she be in the hospital taking care of Lin Xing at this time?
Stopping his movements, Bo Jinghan took off his gloves and took the phone.
But someone else has already connected.
"Hello, Qiao Xin?"
"I'm Chunxi, and Qiao Xin is feeling unhappy next to me! Sisters, if you have time, come out! I'll take Qiao Xin to the tea restaurant we often go to, and I'll wait for you at Sanbao!"
Before Bo Jinghan could speak, the phone was hung up.
Bo Jinghan stared at the phone in his hand, his thoughts were slightly dazed... What is going on?
"Miss?"
"Oh, Aze, I have something to do and I have to go out first. You can help me get the cake into the oven to bake it later. If grandpa comes back, just call me and I will try to get back as soon as possible!
"
*
An hour later.
Bo Jinghan rushed to the tea restaurant and as soon as he opened the door of the private room, he heard a burst of yelling and curses coming from inside.
"Dead Lin Xing! Stinky Lin Xing! He is just a - big bastard! He is a bastard! I don't want to love him anymore, I don't want to love him anymore... wuwu..."
The scolding suddenly turned into sobs, mixed with incoherent murmurs: "Bad guy... Wuwu... Why... can't you like me... Bad guy..."
