Xu Qingzhu looked at the rearview mirror and could no longer see Master Xiao and Zizhen.

He withdrew his gaze.

......

The flashing green light in front made him slowly step on the brakes.

"Mom, I want to have cake."

A conversation between a mother and son who were gradually approaching by the roadside came from outside the window.

"Okay, mom buy it for you."

"Or what mom can do for you."

"Mom just saw a delicious cake online."

"How about you help mom and we do it together?"

“Okay~”

...

Xu Qingzhu bent the corners of her mouth.

But the next second, his pupils contracted violently.

He remembered it!

He couldn't help knocking on the steering wheel.

It turns out that something like that happened...

Maple Leaf Crisp...

Why didn't he remember it...

Xu Qingzhu couldn't help but knock on his head again.

He is not old yet.

This memory is not good.

Maple Leaf Crisp... He once made it for Ling Feng...

...

Maple leaf crisps can be regarded as their specialty food at home.

At that time, my mother would do it every autumn.

Therefore, when he was a child, he liked autumn the most.

The weather is neither hot nor cold.

And maple leaf crispy.

Maple leaf crispy is really delicious.

...

Good things naturally need to be shared with friends.

He gave the maple leaf pastry made by his mother to Lingfeng.

As he expected, Ling Feng liked to eat it very much.

His face, which had always been cold, seemed a little gentle.

He is very happy.

No.

Very happy.

From now on, he will eat it with Lingfeng whenever there is Maple Leaf Sauce.

...

One Valentine's Day, on the way to school, he accidentally heard the passing sisters discussing whether to try chocolate with their own hands...

His eyes lit up.

certainly.

He is not going to make chocolate.

He is going to make maple leaf crisps.

Thinking of Ling Feng eating the maple leaf crisps he made himself, he couldn't help but smirk.

...

The idea is beautiful.

But reality is cruel.

...

He told his mother that he wanted to learn to make maple leaf pastry.

Mom was surprised, but also happy.

He said that her skills were passed down by him.

But……

Obviously he doesn't have any talent for making snacks.

It was obvious that my mother had taught him step by step, but as long as my mother was not careful, he would make some low-level mistakes that even he thought were incredible.

After several failures, he was full of confidence and suffered a heavy blow.

But his mother's encouragement and the idea of ​​making maple leaf pastry for Lingfeng supported him to persevere.

In the end, he finally made the maple leaf crisp that was quite eye-catching.

Although compared to what my mother did, it is not a little ugly.

Do you really want to give such a finished product to Ling Feng?

He hesitated.

......

But, this was done by him...

It looks not very beautiful.

But the taste, he tasted, was much better than expected.

It shouldn't make Ling Feng unable to enter...

......

In the end, he decided to bring the maple leaf pastry he made with the maple leaf pastry he made by his mother.

The uneasiness and excitement at that time seemed to have revived in his heart.

Xu Qingzhu grinned.

At that time, he was very brave and hid behind the door for a while, and finally made up his mind to walk under the maple tree - where he met the girl.

......

He handed the maple leaf crispy he made to the girl.

I don't care if I pretend to be strong.

But his eyes were full of nervousness.

...

The girl was obviously stunned.

He knows the reason.

After all, the maple leaf pastry he made is still very different from the exquisitely shaped maple leaf pastry made by his mother.

His face couldn't help but feel a little red.

He smiled awkwardly.

Try to "defend" your maple leaf crisps.

Although his maple leaf crispy looks bad, it still tastes good.

He can guarantee this.

He has eaten it.

His voice went from low to high, and from high to low, becoming lighter and lighter...

The depression gradually spread in his heart.
To be continued...