TV dramas are broadcast on a specific plot, and every country has extremely poor and backward places.

And it means that a country with such a backward region, the whole country is so poor.

"Well, I will treat anyone and anything in the future, I have to personally see and understand it, and then make a conclusion." Yun thought about it this time and learned this truth.

The wind at night was soft and cool, as comfortable and reassuring as a mother's hand, Yun wanted to lean on Song Mian's shoulder, not knowing if it was the lights that were too dazzling, or the fatigue of the day was surging in at this time of relaxation.

Yun Xiangxiang unconsciously fell asleep on Song Mian, Song Mian picked her up, put her in the car and drove home.

When she got home, she wiped her hands and feet with a warm towel, but she didn't wake her up, and Yun wanted to sleep until ten o'clock in the morning the next day!

Today is Song Mian's birthday.

Sitting up from the bed, Yun Xiang Xiang saw the time, rubbed his head a little annoyed, and immediately took a shower to clean himself up.

When he went down, Song Mian was sitting in the rest area typing on the computer, and when he heard the movement, he got up and went to cook.

Yun Xiangxiang ran forward, wrapped his waist around him, and kissed the corner of his lips: "Happy birthday, my favorite person." ”

A favorite person completely pleased Song Mian, and he also kissed her back.

"Ah Mian, will you ask me to make a cake today?" Yun Xiang asked after eating, holding his chin with one hand.

She was so tired yesterday, and Song Mian will definitely not take her out again today, especially since today is his birthday.

But they always have something to do, and the thought of completing a birthday cake with Song Mian makes Yun feel extremely excited when he thinks about it.

Song Mian made a phone call, and soon Song Yao took a few people and sent a bunch of materials, and there were various ovens installed in the house.

Seeing Song Yao passing by himself, Yun Xiang suddenly said, "Young Master opened his mouth, Song Yao ran and broke his leg." ”

Inexplicably, Song Yao was stabbed in the heart, he glanced at Yun Xiangxiang resentfully, and left silently.

The young master rarely tosses him like this, okay, the young lady is the culprit, and she even gloats, which is simply a loss of conscience.

"You like to bully him?" Song Mian naturally heard this.

"I just think it's fun to tease him." Yun didn't know why he had such a bad taste.

"Oh." Song Mian replied lightly, then turned around to prepare, "What shape of cake do you want?" ”

"What do you think?" Think about the cloud and ask.

"Is the shape of the clouds good?" Song Mian looked at her.

"Is it easy to do?" It seems to be built long, round, square, heart-shaped, and other shapes of clouds are rare.

"Easy to do." After Song Mian finished answering, he began to move.

When you make it, tell Yun in detail to think about which ingredients will be better, and how to ensure that the cake base is soft and delicious.

Yun Xiangxiang basically handed over the materials next to him, and it was Song Mian who did it, and when he baked the cake base, Song Mian began to beat the cream.

What about this job, Song Mian said next to him, let Yun Xiang want to operate, and when the cream came out, Yun Xiang smelled the fragrance.

I couldn't help but wash my hands and scratch a little to taste: "Well, it's delicious!" ”

Raising her eyes to look at Song Mian's doting smile, she was so bad that she touched a handful of cream and pasted it on Song Mian's face.

Song Mian's skills, where is Yun Xiangxiang to be able to sneak attack successfully? But he was just willing, and let the sacrifice of himself make her happy.

I didn't get angry when I was smeared on my face, and I smeared cream on her face with my backhand, and the two adults just became three-year-old children, chasing me in the house with cream.

In the end, of course, the cream couldn't be used, so Song Mian made it again and used it on the cake.

The cake is very simple, and the cloud-shaped cake is evenly coated with white cream and has a fine pattern around it.

It made a golden crown with sugar, simple and good-looking, Yun Xiangxiang took a photo and sent it to the circle of friends.

And I sent an idea: I have a cake that I participated in making, and it is not beautiful.

Many people cheered and said that it was beautiful, Yunlin left a message: Sister, my birthday is coming, you look at it. [arrogant]

Yun Zhibin also came to leave a message: My daughter has never made a cake for me to eat! [Anger]

Li Xiangling also replied: Good sister for so many years, I will choose which year to make a cake for me [smile]

All of a sudden, she owed so much debt, and Yun Xiang replied in a unified way: Pretending to fail, this is not what I did.

Crying to death, the cake is not very difficult, the shape is simple, but to make it delicious and beautiful is another matter.

She doesn't want to learn, anyway, she has Song Mian in the future, so she shouldn't delay her time.

In the evening, Song Mian also made a steak in a foreign country, and they ate in the lounge area outside the house.

There was candlelight, there was red wine, there was cake, there was steak, there was a sky full of stars, there was a breeze and a pool of moonlight.

"This wine is delicious!" Yun Xiangxiang definitely didn't admit it, because of the addition of ice.

She doesn't know how to taste red wine at all, she is a vulgar person with no taste, but the red wine is added to the ice, and it tastes really delicious.

"This is the world's largest production area." Song Mian didn't expect Yun Xiang to be greedy and cold, but explained to her.

"Not France?" France is famous for its wines, and there are wineries everywhere, and Yun Xiangxiang has always thought that the world's largest grape producing area is France.

"It's not." Song Mian handed the cut steak plate to Yun Xiangxiang, and then cut his own, "The wine of France is the most famous, but many French wines are bottled and exported with wine produced here. ”

Yun Xiangxiang was surprised, she thought that all the wines in France were produced in France, but she didn't expect that there was such an inside story here.

"It's a rich place." Yun thought about it and couldn't figure it out, "Where are those hungry black-handed people with big heads and small bodies, staring at godless big eyes, and stretching out their hands and skinny people?" ”

"It's the hungry in Africa, but in Northwest Africa, it's South Africa." Song Mian corrected, "South Africa has never been a country in need of relief. ”

"I see." Yun thought about it, and suddenly realized how deeply she had been poisoned, "Then this place is called a crime city, is it also fake?" ”

"It's true." Song Mian nodded after taking a bite of the steak.

Guns are rampant here, and crime is very high. Most of the perpetrators were "floating populations" from other black poor countries around South Africa.

In particular, these people prefer to choose Chinese who cannot use credit cards and only carry cash, which has caused the influence of Chinese people on South Africa to be extremely bad.

Walking on the road, it is likely that a gun will suddenly be put to the waist, and the slightest resistance will lead to a bullet passing through the chest.

Therefore, it is impossible for Song Mian to let Yun Xiangxiang think about it here, out of his line of sight.