There was a small dog to sit with, and the atmosphere in the car was much more harmonious. Yang Qingtong kept caressing the dog, while Xiao Zhi and Ah Xian had a wordless chatter, by the way, they were studying where to find a place to live today and how to report tomorrow.

When the car drove to the door of a hotel in the center of the town, Yang Qingtong realized that he seemed to have overlooked a very important matter, that is, the bet was not over.

There are obviously a lot of vacant rooms in the hotel, but this shameless guy actually chose a room on the fifth floor by the street, which is the top floor!

It's true that people miss their hands and horses stumble. Yang Qingtong never thought that he would lose to this nasty guy, dragging such heavy luggage, following him like a servant, full of embarrassment.

But Lin Xiaozhi walked swaggering in front of him like no one, completely ignoring Yang Qingtong, who was tired and panting behind him. Yang Qingtong's lungs were swollen like puffer fish.

"If one day, I quietly leave, please bury me in this spring." Listening to the song "In the Spring" playing in the shops on the street, Yang Qingtong gritted his silver teeth and cursed viciously: "This man without manners, if one day, you refuse to leave, I will definitely bury you in this autumn." ”

Xiao Zhi sneezed, and a chill suddenly surged into his originally sunny mood. Is someone thinking of me behind my back?

Moved everything to room 502 of the hotel, looking at Yang Qingtong who was covered with sweat, Xiao Zhi smiled and said to her: "Miss, thank you so much, when the report is finished tomorrow, I will invite you to dinner!" ”

Seeing that he was cheap and obedient, Yang Qingtong said angrily: "The green mountains are not old, the green water flows forever, we have a chance." ”

Originally, she wanted to say that the enmity with Lin Xiaozhi was settled, and it will definitely not be over in the future. But how does it sound a little ambiguous now?

After driving Yang Qingtong, Ah Xian returned to his father's mine, saying that he would come back tomorrow to pick her up. Yang Qingtong waved her hand and told her that she would have a good rest tomorrow and told him not to come.

Yang Qingtong's family lives on a street east of the town. The front part of the house is a not too big bakery, and the back is connected to the place to live. Although I go home every year during the Chinese New Year, I have been gone for more than half a year this time. No matter how colorful life is outside, in the end, home is the warmest and happiest place.

Looking at the words "in business" hanging on the window sign, Yang Qingtong gently pushed the door open. A crisp and pleasant wind chime sounded, and all familiar and warm pictures appeared in front of me. The shop has a variety of bread and cakes neatly arranged, but it seems that it hasn't changed in a long time. The house was cleaned up inside and out, but there wasn't a single customer.

"Mom—I'm back!" Yang Qingtong tossed his bag and suitcase aside.

"Mom—I'm back!" He shouted several more times, but no one answered. It's strange, why didn't anyone answer in broad daylight, mother?

She put the puppy on the bench in the shop, and then went to the back room to take a look, the door was locked, but there was still no one. The dog barked from time to time, which made the house even more empty.

Mom, where have you been?

I know I'm coming back today, why aren't you at home? Yang Qingtong took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number while wondering.

A melodious ringtone of mobile phones rang inside the counter, and the mobile phone was not even carried. It seems that my mother didn't go far, and maybe she was in a hurry because of something temporarily.

Then a smell of toasted paste wafted into her nostrils, a mixture of vanilla, rose, and cream. Clear, sweet, and dreamy.

There must be something going on in the oven, mom is so careless!

Yang Qingtong reacted immediately and ran over. I saw that the light of the oven had gone out, and through the glass window, I could see that the contents inside were wrapped in a cloud of pink smoke. And the smell of toasted paste is wafting out of it.

Yang Qingtong hurriedly turned off the power, and then brought out the contents of the oven with special gloves.

After dispelling the powder smoke on it, she realized that it was an unusually delicate cake, with shapes and styles that she had never seen before.

The cake as a whole is a heart-shaped, and when viewed from the side, it is divided into three layers: upper, middle and lower. Each layer has a different color and appears to be made from three different ingredients. A streamlined arc is made at the bottom, which makes people look a little smart.

If you add a touch of cheese or two-tone chocolate, you might get even better.

Yang Qingtong picked up the cake and couldn't help but admire her mother's creativity. The art bacteria on his body can be said to be completely inherited from his mother's heredity. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to embark on the path of creative design.

Since my mother is in such a hurry, I'll finish the rest of the cake. Although Yang Qingtong still has some worries in his heart, there should be no big deal in this town.

She went back to the back room to change her clothes, then went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and then came to the cake counter and skillfully handled a knife! ~