After lunch, Ye Qingliu unexpectedly took out an exquisite cake box from the refrigerator.
"Dessert," he said briefly, opening the box to reveal a beautifully crafted strawberry shortcake.
Bai Zhiye covered her mouth in surprise: "What is this...?"
"The one you said you wanted to eat at last week." Ye Qingliu said lightly, his slender fingers skillfully dividing the cake into four pieces.
Ning Xiwan smiled meaningfully: "Doesn't that store require reservations to be made a month in advance?"
Duan Shuce took the cake and said teasingly, "It seems someone has planned this long ago."
Ye Qingliu didn't say anything, just lowered his head and concentrated on cutting the cake without responding. Bai Zhiye was so moved that her eyes reddened, and she quietly held his hand under the table.
The cake was sweet but not greasy, the strawberries were fresh and juicy, and the cream melted in the mouth. The four of them quietly enjoyed this beautiful afternoon, and even the air became sweet.
"Qingliu." Ning Xiwan suddenly said, "Teach me how to make this cake next time."
Ye Qingliu looked up, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the sunlight outside the window: "...Okay."
That one word made Ning Xiwan's nose sore.
She knew what this meant to Ye Qingliu - it was his private space that he rarely shared with others, and it was his safe haven since he was a child.
Duan Shuce keenly sensed the change in atmosphere and raised his teacup at the right moment: "Cheers to our chef."
"Cheers to Qingliu!" Bai Zhiye responded immediately, her eyes curved into crescents.
Sunshine, desserts, laughter, is there a better weekend than this? Ye Qingliu looked at the three most important people around him, and a sincere smile finally appeared on his icy face.
——The flower on the mountaintop will eventually bow to love, and the smoke from the kitchen may be the warmest way to melt the ice.
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