She smiled and nodded in response, "Well, yes, just brush one layer like that." ”

"Daddy's brushing is fast!" Leng Yicheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he hurriedly sped up his movements.

"You think I'm you? Grinding! ”

Leng Tian glanced at the little guy, and he brushed the middle two layers.

"This one is done, and then what?" He looked at the summer solstice.

"Wait a minute!"

She admonished, brushed her own, and stacked the two that had hugged him.

Leng Yicheng also brushed it, she took it and stacked it on top, and retouched the side.

"Wow, it's so high, one, two, three, four!" Leng Yicheng clapped his little hands and counted, and said with a smile: "Mommy, will I be five when I am five years old!" ”

Xia Zhi was stunned, he hadn't found this yet, and he was reminded by his son and smiled, "You can also do five when the time comes!" ”

"Oh, I see, every year I grow up, there will be one more, and when I grow up, there will be more than a dozen!" Leng Yicheng drew his own conclusions.

Xia Zhi couldn't cry or laugh, "Baby, you don't have to do more than a dozen layers when you're a teenager!" ”

"Why?" Leng Yicheng blinked his incomprehensible eyes.

Leng Tian glanced at the innocent little guy and said with a smile: "You let your mommy make more than a dozen layers of cakes, she is not tired, and the room is not high enough." ”

Leng Yicheng blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "You can do it outside!" When I'm dozens of years old, Mommy will do dozens of layers! ”

Cold:

Summer solstice:

Relieving her pleasure, she took the whistle that squeezed the cream, filled it with the color cream, and began to make the pattern.

"Mommy, I'll do this, I'll come!"

It looked quite simple, and Leng Yicheng came over.

Xia Zhi gave him the spray gun in his hand, "You can press it here and squeeze it out, and I'll help you turn the cake." ”

I'm afraid that he won't be able to stabilize it, and if he knocks over the cake, he will have to make it again, wasting time.

"Uh-huh!" Leng Yicheng stared intently, carefully squeezing as she rotated.

"Hee-hee, I'm done!"

Seeing that he had squeezed around, Leng Yicheng felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Let's change the color!"

Xia Zhi took the other one and added another color, before handing it to Leng Yicheng, seeing that there were still two spray guns, let Leng Tian continue to load.

They continued to apply it.

Leng Tian looked at their mother and son with cream, and wanted to try it, "When will it be my turn?" ”

"I haven't played enough, you wait a minute!"

Leng Yicheng didn't turn his head, stared at the cake, and carefully squeezed the cream and spread it around.

Two layers are applied and the cake looks different.

"Hee-hee, it's so pretty!"

Xia Zhi smiled, and he was also full of achievements.

"Baby, another color!" She took the spray gun that was loaded in the cold and gave it to Leng Yicheng.

"Mommy, don't you paint a circle of each color?"

Leng Yicheng blinked with dripping eyes, very smart.

"Yes!"

She held the cake and turned it gently for her son to coat it.

"It's my turn next!" Leng Tian pinched Leng Yicheng's ears.

"Don't pinch my ears, they're all crooked!"

Leng Yicheng saw that he was affected, painted the surrounding patterns crookedly, and puffed up his little face.

"It's my turn!" When Leng Yicheng finished painting the bottom one, Leng Tian took the little guy away and came by himself.

"Humph! I haven't applied it yet," Leng Yicheng deliberately smeared the cream on his clothes.

Cold:

Xia Zhi looked at their father and son with a smile.

"One by one, don't fight."

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