The entire room fell silent: "..."

Passersby who had just bought desserts all stopped and opened their mouths in unison.

The little dumpling tilted its head at a 45-degree angle, and you could vaguely see the trajectory of its bewildered eyes moving under the smooth dough that covered it.

Watching Tuanzi instantly transform into a miniature Voldemort, Huo Qin, who was on the phone, stood three meters behind her, holding his phone in silence: "..."

"...Hello? Mr. Huo? Are you still there?"

Director Zou's cautious voice came through the phone.

"Okay, that's all for now."

Huo Qin snapped out of his daze, gave a curt reply, put away his phone, and quickly walked over to the still motionless little fool.

I wonder what this little dumpling is thinking.

Huo Qin even wanted to poke two holes in the crust so it could breathe.

The bald boss watched as the pancake landed squarely on the man's face, and a thunderbolt struck his mind. He was so ashamed that he turned to stone on the spot.

That's it, his roti business suffered a crushing defeat in middle age...

Or perhaps it's in front of his newly gained young fans...

The bald boss was inwardly heartbroken, but he reacted quickly. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, he rushed around the barrier and shouted, "Ouch! Kid, are you alright—"

Why isn't it moving? Has it been knocked stupid by his pancake?

Oh my god!

A few passersby, forgetting their laughter, were about to put down their phones and rush forward to help, asking, "Is the baby alright? Is he alright...?"

Huo Qin was the first to reach Chaochao, several steps faster than the boss. But just as he raised his hand, he saw the little dumpling finally tremble slightly as if waking from a dream.

Even though it couldn't see anything, it still relied on the cub's keen senses to turn its head and manage to avoid Huo Qin's fingertips.

He calmly raised an eyebrow, and the next second he calmly withdrew his hand.

Oh, he's still alive.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chaochao slowly raised her hands. Although no one could see her expression, they could still sense a sense of solemnity from her movements.

With its two tiny paws, it lifted the thin layer of skin on its face like peeling off a face mask, revealing a moist, shiny, and subtly oily face.

The bald boss was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at the pancake even once. His face was red as he bowed and apologized repeatedly to the little fan: "I'm so sorry, this pancake wasn't like this before... I'm sorry, I'll throw it away right now..."

"Uncle Boss!"

An excited, bright voice suddenly interrupted the boss's apology. He looked up blankly and asked, "Huh?"

Chaochao held the edge of the roti, her little hands outstretched as if holding a gleaming medal, her bright almond eyes blinking with delight—

"Could I have this cake?"

The boss, still not straightening his back, asked, "Huh?"

Huo Qin calmly turned half of his face to the side.

He knew it.

While applying a face mask—or rather, a face cake—Chaochao's rapidly working brain had already figured it out. Since the cake ended up on her face, it meant they were destined to be together. Besides, it wouldn't be appropriate to give it to anyone else, but she wouldn't mind eating it herself!

And it saves Daddy money too, hehe!

The more Chaochao thought about it, the more she felt that this pancake was simply a gift from heaven. She even looked at the bald, shiny-headed boss as if he were a god, with a touch of respect. She repeated herself expectantly, "Uncle boss, can I have this pancake?"

Don't throw it in the trash can.

Huo Qin, standing beside her, moved his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped, and in the end said nothing.

He could have bought it directly, but it seems that getting it for free makes the little guy happier.

At that moment, the boss felt he almost passed away under the devout gaze of the little child, "..."

Once he regained his senses, he stole a glance at the adult beside her. Even though the adult seemed to be trying to restrain himself, his aura was still so powerful that it made his heart pound.

"Okay, sure, no problem!"

The boss quickly nodded in agreement.

Five minutes later.

Chaochao left contentedly, holding the pie that had fallen from the sky, her fair cheeks subtly flushed pink.

Because Huo Qin had just pinched her cheeks and mercilessly rubbed them with wet tissues, wiping away the oil stains, her cheeks were clean and refreshing, white with a hint of pink, like a summer peach, even more appetizing than the pancake in her hand.

She squinted her eyes, chewing the biscuit with obvious enjoyment. After finishing the bite, she tilted her head back and looked at the person beside her as if asking for praise: "Daddy, how was it? Was it good?"