Horror always comes suddenly, like an unsolicited "surprise".

The morning light shines through the transparent air window and falls on the surface of the sparkling fruit pudding cake in Presia's hand. The fine makeup with all the color, fragrance and taste, under the whitewash of the spring morning, becomes more and more translucent and attractive, which is simply "lips and lips want to move and eat cutely (see "Autumn Dictionary for details)", of course, the gluttonous cat Xiaoai will not be an exception~

"Happy birthday, little love - De~ Are you still satisfied with the small birthday cake that your mother specially prepared for you?" Pu Ma was half joking, half serious, and asked knowingly with interest.

Knowing that they are old (and!) No! The mother's girl's heart was still in love, and she didn't have time to worry about the shameful nickname with her mother, so she was busy touching her "conscience" and started her own performance, nodding her head shyly, while running the train track with her mouth full:

"Uh-huh~um-mu~ Mother, you are definitely the most beautiful and ladylike cook in the world, even in the endless and far-reaching dimensional sea, you are also a well-deserved king of human women's power~!"

Why is this so...... For the first time, I am about to eat my favorite pudding cake; The first time (and if nothing else, this should be the last), is about to harvest the third birthday of his childhood. These two delightful things are just intertwined. And these two joys will create a lot of joy for me. I should have had this dream-like happy time. But why is it the way it is......

The heroes who are known as "not bending their waists for five buckets of rice", that must be - well, "non-existent". In the special case of not having enough to eat, it is understandable for human beings to put down their self-esteem and succumb to abundant and delicious food. This is called retreat as advance, which is the great wisdom of human beings inspired by food, although on the surface it is only a concession in discipline, but in fact it is a wisdom on the tip of the tongue! Well, well, so, I don't need to have some unnecessary hesitation, shame and guilt for this - on the contrary, I should be very proud of myself for developing this perfect tactic~ Well, um, well, yes, it's not me who is wrong, but the food itself that exudes a sweet smell without authorization to tempt me to savor it, all in order to destroy the sinful "devil fruit", so I have to "endure the humiliation" and get rid of the festival.

Besides, "losing the festival because of eating" is absolutely different from "eating the festival"! In essence, the former's discipline just fell to the ground and was lost; The latter's discipline is thrown into the stomach and gone. Hmph, that's right, that is to say, even if all my discipline is gone, it doesn't mean that it just disappeared without a trace - afterwards, I'll just pick it up again~

The initiator, Pu Ma, probably never thought that she was just asking a question, but she could trigger such a complex and subtle change in Charity's mentality. At the same time, Ms. Presia, who had a recurrence of "girlhood", covered her face with her left hand, stroked her chest and heart, and turned her head into her eyes, and in an instant she became a deer-like girl's shy appearance - she was still intoxicated by the beautiful words of her little love "from the bottom of her heart", and she couldn't extricate herself for a while--I was drunk when I thought about it, and I am afraid that outsiders will be drunk when I think about it, should I say that these two people are worthy of being mother and son...... Even the talent, timing, naturalness, and durability of the brain-opening can keep the gods in sync, and there is no one.

When Pu Ma was still intoxicated in the "beautiful heart world", Ed, who had unloaded the festival and put on a "positive" attitude, couldn't wait to pull his gaze and concentration back to the birthday cake.

"Speaking of which, in the past few days near my birthday, I've been really full, if it weren't for the fruit pudding cake made by Mom to remind me, I might have missed my birthday on March 5 this year (33 years of the new calendar) - well, in that case, I have to accept the reality that I will forever lose a natural opportunity to enjoy a birthday cake, woo~ My life will also be incomplete because I missed a necessary happiness~"

"Your life is not incorrigibly fragile! Fragile is your distorted life values, don't give up on treatment easily, stupid! "Pu Ma, who was full of slots and ridiculous and inexplicable broken thoughts to bring back the wandering soul by her own little love, only felt angry and funny, lowered her hands to support her waist, and stared at a little fool who scared herself into fear and trembled with disgust. And casually spit out a groove of hatred, "Also, don't draw an equal sign between 'birthday' and 'cake' without authorization, I don't remember when I raised my own child into a stupid gluttonous cat with only a pudding cake!" Generally speaking, when it comes to birthdays, no matter how common sense people are, the first thing that comes to mind should be 'wishes' or 'gifts', right? What the hell is your unbelievable superhuman brain circuit! ”

"Huh?" Gifts'? Listening to the sound of "beep", Ed, who was aroused by the two keywords in Pu Ma's words again [no problem (laughs)], received the "signal" on his little head, and suddenly turned up a pinch of energy like an overcharged antenna, and was constantly and vigorously floating up and down, swaying left and right ~ Mao ~

"Oh~ (undulating voice) It turns out that this is the real 'after-dinner surprise'? Should I say that I really deserve to be my mother? What an adult to be reckoned with~! ”

"I really don't want to be respected as a 'not to be underestimated adult' because of such trivial trivial things...... "The tide rises and the boat rises" without permission, and "leaps and bounds" on her own, Ms. Precia, who is deeply distressed by this, strokes her forehead with a subtle expression, and steadily picks up a fine makeup gift box from the dining table and chair next to her with one hand......

And then—

A sound resounded through the south of Midcherda, and the earth-shattering "miserable" screams of the entire Ancient Courtyard area broke out like this......

- Birthday! My mother is anti-pit, and she has to succeed desperately! [Of course, this is not Ed's original words (laughs), and the mystery (in every sense) will be revealed in the next chapter]