Cheng Ya blinked and was thinking about how to answer him.
Cheng Che: "Aunt, how do you know what it feels like to like someone? You're still single."
Cheng Ya: "...you stinky boy."
"What's wrong with being single? I'm your aunt—" Then, Cheng Che and she said in unison: "A romantic single!"
Cheng Ya raised her eyebrows and snapped her fingers at him, "You understand me."
Cheng Che curled his lips.
What the hell do you understand? She has been saying this since he can remember.
"Make a cake." Cheng Che reminded her.
Cheng Ya stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and said in a charming voice, "Do it, do it, and clean the kitchen when you're done. Cheng Che, I didn't make this cake for you. I made it for that little girl."
Cheng Che always felt that Cheng Ya was a little dizzy after drinking tonight.
"I'll help you." Cheng Che wanted to go into the kitchen.
Cheng Ya: "You are dirty."
Cheng Che: "..." Very good, he clearly felt that he was being disliked.
"Aunt, can you please? Don't mistake vinegar for sugar." Cheng Che said sarcastically.
Cheng Ya sneered, "Cheng Che, you are questioning my professionalism!"
Besides, how could there be vinegar in the kitchen of a dessert shop?
Cheng Che dried his hair, sniffed, and felt a little heavy. He looked around the shop and said, "It's actually quite lucky that you've been able to keep this store going until now."
Cheng Ya was unhappy, "Cheng Che, I should have made you squat at the door all night."
Cheng Che smiled lazily, relieved to see that she was sober.
Cheng Che lay on the table, his eyelids heavy, "I'm going to sleep for a while."
"Xiao Che, don't sleep, you'll get sick..."
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