Qiao Chengxun didn't reply, he walked around the little girl into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator, and took out four eggs.
"Take out the flour, I'll make a cake for Meimei."
"Okay!"
Bu Qingqing was delighted, the young master was personally making a cake, the young mistress was in for a treat!
...
Two hours later, a mango-flavored fruit cake came out of the oven.
Qiao Chengxun took the girl to the dining room, sat her down on a chair, and softly whispered in her ear, "Meimei, the cake is done, try it and see if it tastes good."
"Wow, it smells so good!" Wen Meimei sniffed the air like a little puppy.
Her eyes darted around, she disdainfully glanced at the small piece of cake in front of her and shifted her gaze to the remaining three-quarters of the cake.
She wanted the big cake, not the small one.
Thinking of this, the girl pushed the small piece away and moved the big cake in front of herself, cutting a piece directly with a fork to eat.
