"Mom, tell me."

Zhuangzhuang refused to agree with her and held Xiaoguo tightly, as if he would not let go until Xiaoguo told him what to do.

When Xiaoguo saw that he was about to cheat, she tried hard to lift him up. She was thinking, "Don't think that your mother can't hold you up, little meatball. I'm going to show you how powerful your mother is."

But the result was quite embarrassing. Not only could I hug her, I almost sprained my waist.

A miserable cry was heard, and the startled Zhuangzhuang immediately let go of his hand, looked at Xiaoguo, and asked nervously, "Mom, are you okay?!"

"It's OK."

Xiaoguo stood up straight by holding onto the table. Although her legs were shaking, she still comforted Zhuangzhuang and said, "Mom is really fine."

"That's great!" Zhuangzhuang breathed a sigh of relief. He was so scared just now, thinking that his mother's waist was broken. It turned out to be just a false alarm. Great!

“Okay, okay…”

Xiaoguo smiled stiffly and said hello three times, but her hand secretly turned her back to rub her waist.

I'm serious. Zhuangzhuang has gained weight rapidly recently. When Jiang Shanhe was still around some time ago, I also picked him up. But I had already used all my strength and Zhuangzhuang didn't move at all. My waist almost broke.

Seeing the flesh on Yipeng's face trembling, Xiaoguo made a decision: Jiang Qingwen, it's time to lose weight...

Xiaoguo relaxed her waist, and then took Zhuangzhuang back to the house to rest. She had just said that she would prepare the batter for latte art and the noodles for tomorrow's lunch, but she really didn't dare to bet on whether her waist could still take it. If it broke here, it would be ruined. Although she should still have the healing power, she still had to be careful about everything and take a rest first.

Zhuangzhuang carefully supported Xiaoguo, lifted the curtain for her and opened the door for her. He was very considerate.

Xiaoguo followed him comfortably. Seeing Zhuangzhuang was so focused on taking care of herself that he forgot the question he wanted to ask just now, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was said to be a secret surprise, but it really didn't make him feel energetic.

"Mom, sit down for a while. I'll get you a book to read."

Zhuangzhuang made good arrangements. In order to let Xiaoguo have a good rest, he prepared water and snacks for her, and then left to get a book.

Xiaoguo looked at the boy who was as strong as a little adult and felt very touched. He knew how to take care of others and the time passed by so quickly.

Soon Zhuangzhuang came back with a pile of books and read them to Xiaoguo one by one. Xiaoguo was lying on the bed and felt drowsy while listening to him. Fortunately, he kept thinking about the things he had not done, so he did not fall asleep.

"Okay, Zhuangzhuang, mom has to go to work."

Xiaoguo sat up, stretched herself and found that her waist was fine. She was delighted. The waist is a very important part of her body and she has always cherished it. Now that she knows it is still healthy, Xiaoguo wants to hug it. She can't live without her waist!

Full of energy, Xiaoguo took Zhuangzhuang straight to the kitchen again and started to make batter, knead the dough and cut noodles.

With the help of Zhuangzhuang's little assistant, all the preparations were completed quickly and everything was ready to be cooked tomorrow.

Just as Xiao Guo was looking at the food with great satisfaction, Zhuang Zhuang suddenly thought of a question, "Mom, what are we going to eat tonight?"

It turns out it’s not over yet…

Xiaoguo instantly became depressed. He had food for tomorrow, but what should he do tonight? He thought he could have a rest, but oh my god!

Xiaoguo's silent wailing might have been heard by Mrs. Yang, who braved the light snow and brought over some buns, saying they were filled with alfalfa, and asked Xiaoguo and her son to try them.

Xiao Guo thanked him repeatedly, and after sending her away, she turned to Zhuang Zhuang and said, "Let's make porridge and alfalfa buns tonight."

Although I have never eaten alfalfa, it sounds very healthy and green.

"Okay! Let's have porridge!" Zhuangzhuang's mind was filled with the thought of having porridge tonight. He had forgotten all about the alfalfa buns.

In the evening, Xiaoguo boiled water for Zhuangzhuang to take a hot bath. Tomorrow is his birthday, so Xiaoguo came with all the preparations for the New Year, including new clothes and new shoes, everything inside and outside, all new.

"Have a good sleep tonight, and when you open your eyes tomorrow, you will be a little birthday star."

Xiaoguo was wiping his hair while talking.

"Hehe." Zhuangzhuang was delighted when he heard it. He was looking forward to tomorrow very much. It would be best if tomorrow would come in the blink of an eye.

"That's right, mom."

Xiao Guo just put down the towel when he heard Zhuang Zhuang's voice and asked curiously, "What happened?"

"Can I invite Brother Xiaohu and Sister Xiaohua over tomorrow?"

"Of course." Xiaoguo agreed without thinking.

In fact, she wanted to invite their entire family at first, but considering the personality of the Yang family, if she invited them, they would definitely not come empty-handed, Xiao Guo was sure of this.

She wanted to invite them for fun, but it would also require them to spend money, which was inappropriate for a child's birthday, so she killed the idea as soon as it came to her mind.

But inviting Xiaohu and Xiaohua is different, they are just kids, and they are invited in the name of Zhuangzhuang, so Xiaoguo fully agrees to this.

"Yeah, that's great! I love my mother the most~"

The strong little sweet mouth started to move, and every word of "like" and "love" attacked Xiaoguo until she was confused. She completely gave up resistance and immersed herself in the warm honey called strong, not wanting to wake up.

The mother and son played and laughed for a while. Zhuangzhuang was young after all, so he soon felt sleepy. Xiaoguo coaxed Zhuangzhuang to sleep gently, and then tiptoed to the kitchen. Zhuangzhuang was asleep, but Xiaoguo still had work to do.

She is preparing a birthday cake for Zhuangzhuang tomorrow. Although there is no milk and cream, she can make a naked cake for him.

Because beating egg whites is very laborious, she plans to use whole eggs. Although it is not as fluffy as beating egg whites, she has made it before and it tastes very good.

Mix water, oil, eggs, flour and sugar together, then put them into a large ceramic bowl. Because I didn't know if it would be successful, Xiaoguo was ready overnight.

Xiaoguo put the pot into the heated oven and closed the small door tightly, leaving no gaps. He calculated the time, as success or failure depended on it.

She also had a second plan. If that didn't work, she would switch to steamed cake. Although it wasn't as delicious as the baked one, it wouldn't make people get sore.

With a plan in mind, Xiaoguo went about making the latte art with peace of mind.

While the paste was still sticky, Xiao Guo placed all the flowers on the table and used paste to stick the two corresponding flowers on the three strips of colored paper that he had reserved. After sticking them neatly together, Xiao Guo blew on them, trying to make them dry faster.

While it was drying, Xiaoguo took out the remaining red paper and some writing brush and ink.

There are eight pieces of paper. Take out six and write a word on each one. When put together, it will say: Happy birthday, Zhuangzhuang.

Xiaoguo held the brush carefully, not daring to move it at all. If a drop of ink was left, it would be ruined.

After finishing writing, he carefully picked it up and placed it aside. After putting it neatly in place, Xiaoguo admired the words he had written. Although it was not a regular handwriting, it was written carefully with every stroke. The sizes of the characters were consistent and they looked very similar to the original.

While writing, the flowers were already pasted on. Xiaoguo carefully picked up one, and the other flowers were also pulled up neatly. He shook them and found that they were still very reliable, so he pasted them on the wall.

Stand on a chair and carefully hang it on the wall of the outer room. It is the first thing you see when you enter the door.

After hanging them up, I picked up the words whose ink had dried up and pasted them under the lace pattern in order.