"Just a small celebration..." Xia Ling said regretfully, "Not fun."
"That's because you're too playful," Su Xingyu smiled and said, "Lu Shifeng likes peace and quiet, and so do I."
"I'm not playful at all!" Xia Ling retorted childishly, resting her chin in thought, "Why don't you make something for her yourself? How about a birthday cake? He'll definitely be touched!"
Su Xingyu's eyes lit up; that was a great idea.
No need for a big event, yet sincere enough.
The next day, she instructed Mrs. Gui to buy a bunch of ingredients and learned how to bake a cake.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never done such things; she stumbled for several days, hurting her hands with several cuts, and finally managed to produce something that looked somewhat decent. It was a round, white and dark-gray interwoven tiramisu, with simple and clean colors that suited him, the fluffy cream looked like the clouds in a dream.
