Li Ying pushed Song Xiang to the front of the stage, turned to signal to Yan Han, "Dad, come on!"
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han was originally not interested in this kind of thing, but when he was provoked by Yu Tianyu, there were so many people around him that he couldn't even think of stepping down.
Passing by Song Xiang, he glanced at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang held his forehead, understanding the profound meaning of this glance.
The bar door opened and Yan Han really walked in.
The people playing table tennis nearby also dispersed, and the small dessert bar was completely crowded.
Yan Han didn't want to wear an apron, so he just rolled up his cuffs.
The ingredients were all prepared, and the boss was there to give instructions on how much to use for whipping cream.
Song Xiang sat on the stage and stared at Yan Han's movements. He dug out a large spoonful of sugar and poured it all in without blinking.
She took a breath and sweat broke out on her forehead.
Fortunately, the cake base is a semi-finished product, and it only needs to be spread with butter.
Song Xiang looked outside and felt that the taste of this cake could not be better than the one she made for "Yan Gou" last time.
Especially the appearance, it just fell apart.
The two men inside could have choked each other twice, but then they were completely silent. They were half-hearted, and no one was laughing at the other.
Yu Tianyu came out first and brought it to Wang Fuxue like a treasure.
Song Xiang stared at Yan Han while wanting to watch the excitement.
"Try it quickly!" someone next to me urged.
Wang Fuxue took the spoon from Yu Tianyu, dug out a random piece, and spit it out as soon as she put it in her mouth.
"Why is your cream so salty?!"
There was a burst of laughter.
Yu Tianyu didn't believe it. He tasted it himself, but he couldn't hold it back. He smiled and cursed the boss.
People like them couldn't tell the difference between sugar and salt, but the boss deliberately put salt next to it.
Wang Fuxue kept hating it and refused to take another bite.
Song Xiang felt confident. She looked up and saw Yan Han holding the bar with one hand and applying cream with a serious look on his face.
He really doesn't know how to do it, he collapsed several times.
The last time it finally looked good, he threw away the scraper and directed the children to carry the cake out.
The little girl still held a grudge and brought the cake to Song Xiang.
"Sister, be careful, it will definitely taste unpalatable."
Song Xiang carefully took the cake and put it down gently, fearing that the cream would collapse.
The onlookers came up again.
Yu Tianyu came up and said sarcastic words, "Eat less, you will vomit anyway."
Song Xiang: "..."
She glanced at the bar. Yan Han seemed to be adjusting his cuffs calmly, but in fact he had already looked in her direction several times.
Forget it, you have to give him face.
He picked up the spoon, dug out a piece, opened his mouth wide, and quickly put it in.
It's sweet and has a fishy smell of egg white.
"How is it?" everyone asked.
Song Xiang swallowed hard, his expression remained as usual, he raised his head and met Yan Han's eyes.
"It's...it's okay."
"Impossible!" Yu Tianyu immediately retorted and wanted to take a bite.
Song Xiang quickly circled the cake and said, "You haven't finished your own yet!"
Yu Tianyu: "..."
"You are...cheating!" Yu Tianyu was unwilling to give in, and his voice was louder than anyone else's.
Yan Han came out of the bar, walked to the opposite side of Song Xiang, and looked at Yu Tianyu leisurely, "Will you die if you admit defeat?"
Yu Tianyu refused to accept it, "If you have the ability, try it yourself!"
Yan Han looked at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang gave him a steady look.
Make eye contact for a second.
He opened his mouth.
She raised her hand, took a spoonful and handed it over.