Fu Ma cleaned up the table and made it easy for them to make cakes.

"Young lady, is there anything missing?"

"It's almost over, Fu Ma, you can rest for a while, we'll just do it ourselves!" Xia Zhi turned his head and said to Fu Ma, took out the egg and beat it in the glass bowl.

Leng Yicheng knelt on a chair, and the upper half (body shēn) leaned against the dining table, looking at it interestingly.

Fu Ma looked at them and said with a smile: "That's okay, why do you call me to get it for you in a while!" ”

"Hmm!" Xia Zhi nodded in response and beat a dozen eggs.

Then separate the egg mixture from the yolk.

Leng Yicheng's eyes blinked, and when he saw that her entire egg yolk was separated, his little face smiled.

"Daddy, mom (Mimī) is so powerful."

He stretched out his head and shouted to the cold sky on the other side, with laughter in his happy voice.

"Well, it's (quite tǐng) amazing!" Leng Tian nodded in agreement.

Xia Zhi laughed and looked at them left and right, "It's just a simple action, I'm embarrassed to be praised by you." ”

"My wife is just amazing, she can do anything!" Leng Tian hooked the corners of his mouth, and looked at her with a smile, glorious.

She glanced at him sheepishly.

"Mmmm, mom (Mi mī) is very powerful!" Leng Yicheng lay on the dining table, looking at the various materials on the table with bright eyes, very excited.

She smiled.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

Leng Tian looked at her, anyway, he had nothing to do, so he accompanied her to make cakes.

After breakfast, the two old men went out, and the fourth and fifth also went out, probably to buy gifts for Leng Yicheng.

"You help me break this into a bubble."

She took out some of the egg liquid and put it in front of him, asking him to take it to the machine and get the rest later.

Yesterday in the cold weather, she witnessed the process of making cakes, and as soon as she told him, she knew what to do, turned the egg liquid aside, placed it under the machine, and pressed the start button.

Xia Zhi looked at it, turned around and picked up the fresh (奶nǎi), cut the opening, poured it in, added some white sugar, and then beat the egg yolk by hand.

"Mom (Mimī), do you want me to help you?"

Leng Yicheng looked at it without blinking, very interested.

She laughed in response, "Not yet, you can help Mom (Mimī) put flour in a while." ”

"Okay, I'll wash my hands first!"

Leng Yicheng (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) (奶nǎi) angrily responded, climbed down from the chair, and ran to wash his hands.

Xia Zhimu sent him over and admonished, "Be careful!" ”

"Got it, mom (Mi mī)!"

On the kitchen side of the cold day, she was not worried, and turned around to continue the chicken yellow.

She's going to make a four-tier cake.

That's not enough eggs.

You have to do it twice.

She's just getting the bottom layer right now.

"Do you want me to come?"

Seeing her do all this hard work, I want to come by myself in the cold weather.

"No, you take this and make it into a bubble!"

She handed him the rest of the egg liquid, looked at her coldly, didn't ask anything, and obediently took it to make it into a bubble.

"Mom (Mi mī), I'm back!"

Leng Yicheng climbed into the chair, took the napkin and wiped his little hand, and raised it to show her, "Mom (Mimī), is it clean?" ”

"Very clean!" She bent (body shēn) and kissed her son's little face, beat the egg yolk, and took the bag of cake flour and opened it.

"Baby, you grab it and let it in, just like mom (Mimī)."

She spilled the flour in one hand and a brush in the other.

"Okay, I'll come!" Leng Yicheng happily reached out and grabbed the flour and carefully sprinkled it in.

"Well, that's it, put more!"

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