Wen Nairong was instructed to investigate the truth about the boss's collision case, and Xia Qiu returned home before lunch.

When he entered the door, he didn't see Yi Yue's figure. Xia Qiu was a little uncomfortable. He walked through the large living room and went to the dining room and in the open kitchen. Yi Yue was busy.

"Wait a little longer and you'll be able to eat." Yiyue said to him.

Xia Qiu then lay in the small living room next to the restaurant, making a splash of news.

Yi Yiyi came down from the second floor. When she saw Xia Qiu, she lowered her body and moved forward quietly.

Xia Qiu did not start the pawning sense, and the egg roll suddenly jumped out, scaring him.

Yi Yiyi smiled proudly, not realizing the seriousness of the problem at all.

Xia Qiu grabbed her wrist and pressed her on the sofa, scratching her itchy flesh.

The girl's crisp laughter and begging for mercy were like wind chimes blown by the wind, bringing a coolness to this stuffy noon.

Xia Qiu just wanted to take revenge on her stupid sister, but after scratching her waist for a long time, ripples inevitably arise in her heart.

He stopped and looked into Yi Yiyi's eyes.

"There is a flaw!" Yi Yiyi turned over, pushed Xia Qiu off the sofa, and rolled on the ground.

“…”

Lying flat on the cool floor tiles, Xia Qiu thought depressedly, just now, shouldn’t we be silent and silent, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous and began to be warm?

Why did it become "flawed"?

"Blacklist?" Yi Yiyi looked at Xia Qiu who was still moving on the ground with vigilance, regretting that she had not taken a video to save a certificate.

Xia Qiu sighed and stood up from the ground: "You really don't understand the charm."

"What's not understanding the charm?" Yi Yiyi recalled, and a red glow appeared on her fair face.

"What's the use of blushing now?" Xia Qiu stepped forward, clamped her cheeks with both hands, and rubbed them hard.

Yi Yiyi pushed Xia Qiu's hand away and said childishly: "Who wants to reconcile with you, don't rub my face casually!"

"Then I'm not sure about the charm, let me lie down." Xia Qiu lay beside the girl, resting her head on her legs.

When they were young, they were making noise on the bed and often folded together. Yi Yiyi especially liked to put her legs on Xia Qiu's chest.

The word "knee pillow" flashed through Yi Yiyi's mind, and the experience she got from other places told her that she should be shy at this time, but in fact, she didn't feel any special.

She finally decided to follow her heart. She touched Xia Qiu's hair, which was taller than her, so it was difficult for her to touch her brother's head.

My brother's hair is about two of her knuckles, and the thick hair rubbed against her hands, which was fluffy, like the big and big bear she gave to Xia Qiu.

No wonder my brother always likes to touch her head, it turns out that it feels so comfortable to touch.

She was intrigued and used her hands together to rub her arms around her.

Stopped, she saw Xia Qiu's resentful eyes.

"You want to bald me?" Xia Qiu asked.

"I can't just masturbate you if you are allowed to masturbate me?" The girl was clear in logic and confident.

"You're so lustful."

The stupid sister spent two seconds to deal with Xia Qiu's words, and then went down for another second, shouting "Yuzi burned his fist", attacking Xia Qiu's belly.

But the forceful attack was not enough, Yi Yiyi took back the thigh that she had temporarily lent to her brother and refused to let him pillow.

Xia Qiu had expected it, so he got up with a smile and went to the kitchen to see Yi Yue.

Help Yiyue serve rice bowls and dishes, and Xia Qiu calls Yi Yiyi to have a meal.

Yi Yiyi calmed down and looked at the dishes on the table, tomato and egg soup, shredded potatoes, braised pork, and fried chicken legs.

"I'm eating these again." She sighed.

This is probably a conversation that will occur in all families. No matter how delicious the dishes your parents cook, the children who often eat will be very tired.

Yi Yue gently tapped her daughter's head with the tail of her chopsticks to express her dissatisfaction.

She said: "What else can you do besides these, you should order food."

Yi Yiyi couldn't point it out, so she buried her head in eating and fooled her over.

Xia Qiu is thinking about the entry point of the dim sum shop and taking the opportunity to introduce the topic.

He said: "There is nothing to add in the food, but you can add some snacks. I want to eat the stump cake!"

"You think it's pretty beautiful." Yi Yiyi said to her mother, "I'll be satisfied with eating French fries."

"I'll go buy fries in the afternoon." Yiyue adopted her daughter's suggestion. French fries are much more reliable than stump cakes.

"There is an oven in the kitchen, so I can make pastries too." Xia Qiu quietly threw the "pastry skills" into Yi Yue's body.

This skill not only has the knowledge of making pastries, but also has related muscle memory.

In addition to being delicious, pastries are often good-looking. They only have knowledge and have no experience in making them, and they cannot make good-looking pastries shapes. Often, when your hands shake, the pastries will become tilted and become ugly.

Just like a boxer, he only has relevant memories, knows how to avoid straight punches, how to avoid hooks, and how to fight back after dodging. A set of theories is perfect, but the body is not good. He can't react at all when he comes on stage, and will only get beaten to the point of blue nose, swollen eyes, and cannot tell the difference between the east, south, west and north.

"I still remember how to do it." Yi Yue shook her head, very unconfident.

Xia Qiu no longer talks about it. Knowledge is often hidden deep in memory. If you don’t take the initiative to look for it, you will never come out on your own.

Xia Qiu was afraid that Yi Yue would not find pastries at all, so he used himself as bait and hooked Yi Yue.

After lunch, Xia Qiu and Yi Yiyi went to the study in the basement to do their homework, which was cool.

Yiyue packed up the table and read a book on the sofa for a while. When the sun was not so strong, she went out to the supermarket to buy the fries that Yi Yiyi wanted to eat.

Passing by the kitchenware shelves, she saw the egg beater and thought of the cake Xia Qiu said.

Add corn oil, milk to the egg yolk, beat, add flour and cocoa powder, stir. Drop lemon juice into the egg white, scoop white sugar, and beat...

It took her a long time to realize what the picture was in her mind.

Isn't this the step to making a stump cake?

How could I do this?

She stopped in place and thought about the steps again. The details were clear and the entire production process was very complete.

Is my memory so good?

But I don't remember making this Christmas stump cake.

Yi Yue was very confused, and this doubt drove her back, buying egg whisks, buying baking paper, and buying milk flour cocoa powder...

When checking out, she felt very distressed for a while.

When she brought this set of tools and materials back to the villa, she followed the knowledge in her mind and operated step by step.

The sun gradually tilted towards the horizon, and the setting sun shone through the large glass on the gray floor tiles of the restaurant.

Yiyue stood behind the kitchen counter, holding her arms and her head tilted, looking at the Christmas stump cake in front of her with a confused look.

Chiffon cake is the main body, and the handmade chocolate board is wrapped outside to make bark. The pattern of chiffon cake is very similar to the annual rings. No matter how you look at it, it is a Christmas stump cake with a very high degree of completion.

This looks better than those in ordinary dim sum shops.

Taste the remaining scraps and the taste is perfect.

But, how could she make this cake?
Chapter completed!