"Mommy, it smells so good!" Leng Yicheng followed into the kitchen and looked at the oven expectantly.

She happily leaned over and kissed the little guy's forehead, "Baby, let's go wash some more fruit!" ”

"Good!"

Leng Yicheng was eager to try, he could help with this.

Xia Zhi took a few fruits and took his son to rinse them at the sink.

In the cold weather, the egg liquid is beaten on the side, and it is perfectly matched.

"Mommy, this one is delicious!"

"This one is delicious, too!"

Leng Yicheng couldn't put it down, playing with blueberries and strawberries.

After a while, he held the grapes again, "This one is delicious, too!" ”

She laughed and chimed in, "It's all delicious!" ”

The two of them washed the fruit and brought it out.

She took the cutting board, cut the strawberries in half, and placed them whole on the fruit bowl, which she would later place on top of the cake.

Kiwi peeling.

I made the cream in the cold, brought it out, and set it aside.

"I'll peel it and cut it for you!"

She looked at him amusedly, "I've worked hard for you, five or six more should be fine." ”

"Small!" Mr. Leng replied lightly.

She put down the knife, handed it to him, picked up the sharpened one, washed it, and then cut it into slices with a moderate thickness.

Seeing that she was peeling one by one in the cold weather, unlike her piece by piece, she was teased.

"Husband, you're awesome!"

Leng Tian hooked the corners of his lips and glanced at her with a smile.

"Mommy cuts look good!" Leng Yicheng stretched out his hand and touched the cut fruit.

She smiled, pinched a piece of kiwifruit and fed it to her son's mouth, and Leng Yicheng smiled and ate it.

"Sweet and sour, delicious!"

She ate one as well, then grabbed one and handed it to someone's mouth, "Do you eat it?" ”

Leng Tian glanced at her, lowered his head and ate, "Hmm"

A little sour.

The mother and son laughed happily when they saw his wrinkled face.

"It's sour." Leng Yicheng's little hands were on the dining table, clapping excitedly.

Xia Zhi looked at him funny, and asked curiously: "You don't eat sweet, you don't like sour, what do you like?" ”

"This one is too sour." Leng Tian glanced at her depressedly.

She deliberately picked kiwi fruit that was not yet ripe.

It is necessary to make it sour, so that the cake will not be greasy.

"It's a taste you don't understand!"

Speechless in the cold!

By the time she had cut the fruit, the cake would be baked.

The oven made a ding, Leng Yicheng clapped his hands happily, and shouted excitedly: "Okay, okay!" ”

"My cake is ready!"

She laughed and turned to get the cake.

"I'm coming!"

Leng Tian was the first to pass, but she still followed and handed him heat-insulating gloves.

"Put this on, don't get burned!"

Put on the gloves on the cold day, get up, take the cake out of the oven, and put it on the cooking table, there are four of them, and there is a very small one, which is just an iron bowl.

All roasted golden brown.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Leng Yicheng ran over and took a deep breath.

Xia Zhi couldn't help but take a few more breaths of air, it was indeed very fragrant.

"You turn these all upside down, dissipate heat!"

She commanded the cold weather, and he still wore heat-insulated gloves on his hands.

In the cold weather, they turned over one by one and buckled upside down.

"Go get a plate."

He turned his head and commanded her, took the knife and dug out a very small one.

Xia Zhi gave him the plate, he held the cake in one hand, held the knife in the other, and put the small one on the plate.

"Hey, my cake is ready!"

Leng Yicheng licked his mouth and kept taking deep breaths.

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