Silently looking at the large bundle of red and white candles of various shapes in Ajiong's arms, I began to feel depressed again. Without birthday candles, what's the point of a birthday cake?

Suddenly... I had an idea and thought of making a unique candle.

So, they spent another afternoon, three people gathered together to carve carefully, and started carving work, just like back in the school, when a group of people gathered together for labor class.

Finally, a candle with five lotuses engraved in the shape and the word "five" written in small seal script and a candle engraved with four longevity peaches and the word "four" written in small seal script were born.

Looking at that unique candle, I feel so proud!

Exhaling heavily, I was finally done. I straightened up and stretched for a long time. Unknowingly, my body became stiff and it was getting dark.

I dressed up the cake and put it back in the food box. I turned my sore neck before I could cheer for my genius.

Qingqing pushed me hastily and said in a hurried tone, "Miss, it's almost dark, and the banquet has probably already started. You should go back and freshen up quickly before going to the banquet. Otherwise, my uncle should be angry."

"

After Qingqing reminded me, I suddenly remembered the ultimate purpose of making this cake.

"Then I'll go back and clean up the flour first. You'll take the cake directly to the banquet later. You need to be gentler, you know?" I wiped my face casually, nagging like an old woman.

"I know, I know, miss, I find that you are more like Mother Yang." Qingqing threw me out of the kitchen like trash, with an impatient look on her face.

Mama Yang? That Mama Yang who is suspected of being in menopause? Do I look like Mama Yang? ( ⊙ o ⊙ ) How do I look like me? How could I look like Mama Yang? Oh, my God! Qingqing, I hate you. Today I finally understand that I have

How hateful, no wonder you ignore me...

I returned to my bedroom in silence, my thoughts still lingering on Qingqing's words just now, "You are more like Yang's mother."

Everyone in the house probably went to the banquet to help greet the guests, so it was quiet. There were no lights. There were only two dim lanterns outside the courtyard door, and the whole courtyard was dark.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, should I go to the banquet in such a mess and dirty state? But no one was there, and I didn't know where to find water to wash myself. The key is that I only know how to tie ponytails!

"You haven't seen anyone all day, where have you been?" In the darkness, a cold voice like a savior sounded.

The oil lamp suddenly lit up. Nangong Yi was standing in the shadow, quietly waiting for my return. As the candle shadow shook, it seemed a little unreal.

"I'm in the kitchen, can't you see?" I walked into his side and patted my robe hard several times. The white flour couldn't withstand the impact and flew out. Suddenly, there was a white mist around me, and I was choked.

It was a mistake for me to cough a few times. If I had known better, I wouldn’t have photographed my clothes to prove the truth of what I said.

"I thought... why did you run to the kitchen? Didn't you already make the cake last night?" Nangong Yi also frowned at the flour dust and said calmly.

"How can your bare half-finished product be seen in public? I dressed it up today, and I'm sure it will dazzle you later." I raised my face and said with a proud smile.

"I think you are the one who needs to dress up now." Nangong Yi naturally took me with one hand and gently brushed the flour off my face with the other hand.

In the past two days, Nangong Yi seems to have become more and more accustomed to holding my hand. He has become addicted to it. The more he holds my hand, the more natural it becomes.

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Chapter completed!