A soft sobbing sound kept coming from the corner. Shen Yulou thought her son was weaning off the bottle, but she never expected that he would be sucking on the wall.

While the cupcakes were baking, he re-stirred the flour to make cream puffs.

A few specks of flour flew up and landed gently on his cheeks, with specks of flour dotting the tip of his nose like morning dew condensing on the tips of grass.

"Ding-dong"

Once the cupcakes in the oven were baked, Shen Yulou put on oven mitts and took the scorching hot tray out and placed it on the table to cool.

Um?

It smells delicious?

Does it taste like candy?

The aroma of cupcakes wafted into the corner and successfully reached the little one's nose, and the little one sniffed hard.

It was still biting the candy decoration on the wall and wouldn't let go.

Although he couldn't taste anything, the little guy's brain tricked his mouth, making him think that the candy on the wall really tasted good.

There's nothing we can do; the little one thinks it's real candy.

I'm so hungry.

Drink milk, grandma.

The baby let go of the candy in his mouth and started sucking on the bottle again.

Saliva dripped from the baby's mouth and onto the baby's feet.

My feet are itchy.

The chubby hand started picking at his toes again, drooling.

Shen Yulou took out the chilled puff pastry dough, rolled it into a thin sheet, pressed out circles with a round mold, and placed them on top of the choux pastry batter.

Let's whip the cream tomorrow and pipe it on, otherwise he might not be fresh.

He rubbed his itchy eyes, dusted off the flour on his hands, stretched, and prepared to go check on his son.

Tomorrow is the first day of business, and he's worried about not having many customers, so he hasn't dared to do much.

Let's make a little bit first and see if we can sell it all.

"What is the chubby baby doing?"

Upon hearing Dad's voice, the chubby baby on the bed turned around, biting on the pacifier and making little "mmm" and "ahh" sounds in response.

Shen Meiren took off her apron and hung it on the wall, then turned on the main light to make the living room brighter.

What is my baby doing here?

As soon as Shen Yulou held the baby in her arms, she could smell the saliva all over his body.

"What happened? Xiangbao has turned into Choubao."

It's not a stinky baby, it's not a stinky baby at all.

It's Xiangbao, Xiangxiang Baby.

The little boy covered Shen Yulou's mouth with his hands and shook his head, sticking his bottom out on Shen Yulou's arm and kicking his father's hips with his feet.

My whole body is resisting the fact that I've become a stinky baby.

Shen Yulou had two little hands under his nose, and he noticed that the saliva on the baby's hands smelled stronger than the saliva in his mouth.

"How long have you been playing with your hands and saliva?"

The little boy's shoulder was bounced by his father's arm, and he fell into thought as he listened to his father's words.

"Bang bang?"

The little one doesn't know.

The child, unaware of how long he had been drooling, had softened his resistant flesh and clung to Shen Yulou's body.

It was just like the dough that Shen Yulou had just kneaded, sticky to the touch.

However, while the dough was willing to be torn apart, this little one was not.

"It's okay, Daddy likes it too."

Looking at the baby's round head, Shen Yulou smiled and lowered his head to give him a few big kisses.

The little one grinned, showing his teeth, and stared at his father with his bright, sparkling eyes, quickly noticing the snow-white mark on his father's forehead.

"fa! fafa!"

Pointing at him with his chubby little finger, Shen Yulou touched his forehead and realized there was still flour left to wash off.

I accidentally got some flour from the back of my hand on my forehead while I was wiping my eyes.

The little one thought that his father's handsome face looked like frost flowers blooming in winter.

"Bang! Fafa!"

Dad's face is covered in flowers, it's beautiful and fair.

The little guy touched Shen Yulou's forehead and chattered away, and Shen Yulou couldn't help but kiss his lips a few more times.

"Yes, Dad's face is covered in flowers."

"Next time, it'll be the baby's face covered in flowers."

Shen Yulou wondered if she should take a powder puff, dip it in flour, and sprinkle a few frosty flowers on the baby's tender little face; the baby would definitely love it.

"Oh? Muah!"