Gu Changsheng laughed heartily when he saw Su Xiaofutu's handwriting, laughing so hard that his wound ached.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Suddenly, I had the urge to continue learning.

After writing his name, he moved the Xuan paper in his hand next to the small pagoda and announced, "How about it, Auntie? Don't you think mine is the best?"

Su Jiaoniang glanced down and saw that it was indeed quite beautiful. The handwriting was already quite elegant at such a young age. One could tell from the handwriting that this person was not simple, since it was impossible for someone of simple status to receive a good education from a young age.

The little guy was in such a miserable state; if she had seen him a moment later, he probably would have been dead. The clothes the child wore clearly indicated that he was related to royalty. Su Jiaoniang vaguely guessed that this person might be royalty, or even have a stepmother! The stepmother also had a son who wanted to kill the little guy for the sake of a title. Su Jiaoniang filled in a whole drama in her mind.

"Very good, keep up the good work! If you make any progress, I'll give you a mystery reward." As soon as Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, Xiao Futu and Xiao Ya both looked at her.

Four bright eyes were fixed on her. What could Su Jiaoniang possibly say? Rewards and such? Everyone, adults and children alike, wanted to have them and receive praise.

"What are you looking at? Of course you'll get yours too! If you make great progress, you'll get a reward too. Whoever makes the most progress will have the biggest surprise!" Su Jiaoniang thought of how kindergarten teachers in later generations would give children little red flowers, and she felt that she could learn to imitate this method.

The little girl was easily moved, and she held the calligraphy brush, carefully scrutinizing each stroke of her name.

Little Futu frowned, a conflict flashing across his cold little face. After all, he was still a child who longed for family. He nodded and began to practice diligently as well.

Su Jiaoniang was very satisfied with this development. After watching the children writing for a while, she prepared a small bowl of shaved ice for each child.

She then headed towards the kitchen, having accepted the task of preparing a birthday gift for the young woman, and naturally could not break her promise.

For a birthday gift, nothing is more suitable than a cake.

Although the idea of ​​the female protagonist making cakes was a cliché in the time-travel novels she had read in her previous life, who could resist the urge to make cakes on such an occasion?

In ancient times, making cakes by hand was quite difficult. Baking the cake, making the cream, and refining the butter all required physical strength and time.

She set up a small oven outside all by herself and started refining butter...

The soft cake was finally made that day.

The children who were writing in the room smelled the aroma and could no longer sit still. The first one to run out was Xiao Ya, who clung to the kitchen door and stared at Su Jiaoniang cutting the cake inside. Her lips moved and she kept swallowing.

Little Buddha sniffed, his gaze falling on the cake on the table.

He put on a disdainful look, but his gaze, which he couldn't bear to look away from, betrayed his true thoughts.

As for Gu Changsheng, whose body recovered relatively quickly, he snorted and said, "Boys don't eat sweets. This stuff is so sweet, it must not taste good."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.

Su Jiaoniang paused after cutting the cake; she now understood what it meant to say one thing but mean another.

Why can't boys like to eat sweets?

Why can't something so sweet taste good?

"Why is it that sweet food doesn't taste good? Don't you want to eat it yourself?" Su Jiaoniang squatted on the ground, looking at Gu Changsheng intently.

Gu Changsheng was speechless. He naturally liked it, but the people around him didn't allow him to have such a preference.

"Come on, close your eyes and have a taste." Su Jiaoniang cut a small piece of cake and fed it to Xiao Changsheng.

The little guy swallowed slowly, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes lit up. Was it delicious? Of course it was delicious.

The little Buddha, who was eating cake by himself, snorted softly. What about raising a bald man to make money? He's starting to steal his mother from him. I don't want him anymore, I'll just throw him into the mountains.

Xiao Changsheng initially wanted to refuse to continue eating the cake, but then he heard Xiao Futu's jealous voice and suddenly realized what was going on. He started eating with a grin.

The fair-skinned, delicate child happily munches on a small cake, a picture of pure joy that a happy child should have.

Su Jiaoniang glanced at Xiao Changsheng, reached out and ruffled the child's hair, which was yellow and thin, showing signs of malnutrition: "Good boy."

Two simple words made the child's ears turn red with tears.

So easy to coax!

Do children really have antisocial personality disorder?

Su Jiaoniang even suspected that the original work was made up.

Xiao Ya is a simple-minded girl. She ate the cake heartily and didn't feel anything about the jealousy that had subsided.

Su Jiaoniang continued making cream. Cream can be simple or complicated. If you don't mind the trouble and can get the proportions right, there's no problem. But the problem is the mixing process. It took Su Jiaoniang a whole morning to make the cream.

She wasn't particularly skilled at piping, but since the cream was already prepared, piping it now would make a difference.

The wealth that can be obtained in return is also different.

Su Jiaoniang herself wasn't lacking in imitation skills. She went to Zhang the blacksmith's house to have a few piping tips made, and after some experimentation, she finally made the very primitive birthday cake from her memory. She decorated it with pink cream, added a few peaches, and wrote a traditional Chinese character for "longevity" on the cake.

nice!

So tacky!

Compared to later Black Forest cakes and mousse cakes, its texture is far inferior.

But what is common can also be elegant, and she felt that the young mistress of the Cai family would like it, and the old lady would like it too.

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