Chapter 161 You Fei's Collapse
After swallowing the cake, Sang Qing looked at Shi Ying in confusion: "Didn't you eat it?"
"No, I know you like it, so I let you try it first when I made it." Shi Ying curled his lips and smiled lightly, his voice slightly hoarse with a refreshing attraction.
He only tasted a little when he had finally developed a satisfactory product. For this new batch with shapes, Lian Youfei only tasted the scraps.
"Thanks."
Sang Qing picked up a whole piece of cake and handed it to Shi Ying's lips.
Shi Ying lowered her eyes and stared at the pastry in front of her, pursing her lips.
Hate sweets.
Even if you make it yourself.
Seeing that Shi Ying didn't open his mouth, Sang Qing blinked in confusion.
He brought the cake closer, almost to Shi Ying's lips, and said with some certainty in his voice, "It's really delicious. You should try it too."
Since Shi Ying likes Manzhu's pastries, he will definitely like them since his own pastries are so delicious.
Shi Ying felt the faint fragrance mixed with that of the little Bodhisattva coming from the tip of her nose, and her eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation.
He really hates cakes.
But this was given by the little Bodhisattva.
He still opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Just consider it as... satisfying the little Bodhisattva once.
I won’t eat it again next time.
Shi Ying thought so, but she didn't know that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.
Seeing that Shi Ying liked it, Sang Qing enjoyed feeding her.
He fed the remaining half of the pastry to Shi Ying.
Shi Ying ate three cakes at once, and Sang Qing's light brain finally rang.
Shi Ying quickly found an opportunity to go out and get some fresh air.
When Shi Ying went to the faucet by the garden to rinse her mouth, Youfei came over attentively.
"How is it? Does sister-in-law like it?"
Shi Ying straightened up, a little water stain on the collar of his shirt, and smiled coldly, "Of course."
The little Bodhisattva liked his pastries very much and said that her pastries were no worse than Manju’s.
Youfei breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh shit.
It's finally over.
God knows what kind of life he has been going through in the past half month.
The eldest child wants to learn how to make pastries, but he himself doesn't eat sweets.
He did most of the tasting himself. Only when he said the food tasted okay would the boss taste a little symbolically, then frown indifferently: "No, it's not enough."
Then continue to strive for excellence.
If it doesn’t work, make improvements, or it still doesn’t work, overturn and redo it…repeat this process.
Every time he makes something, he not only tastes it, but also tastes it carefully.
He's almost lost his sense of taste.
Now when I smell something sweet, I want to die.
Shi Ying's thumb brushed the corner of his lips, his golden eyes deep.
"Maybe... I can do better."
Youfei couldn't catch his breath.
Depend on!
No need.
"Boss, no need!"
"There is no better pastry in the world than yours!"
Shi Ying raised his chin, glanced at You Fei with disdain, then turned and walked towards the secret base behind.
Only Youfei was left standing there with the sky falling and the earth collapsing.
He is saying...
You can improve your carving skills and make the leopard more lifelike.
Inside the house, Sang Qing was replying to Jiang Zhiyi's message.
Miss Jiang is well-informed, and there is some gossip about Qiao Luoyi that must be told to her in person.
Sang Qing was not very interested at first, but he could not resist Miss Jiang's desire to share, so he agreed to have afternoon tea tomorrow.
Sang Qing looked out the window at the beautiful flowers in full bloom in the garden and thought it would be a good idea to drink tea and chat in the sea of flowers.
Not knowing where Shi Ying was doing so late at night, Sang Qing took out his laptop and sent a message to Shi Ying.
Qingqing Moshang Sang: [Is it okay if I invite my friends to come play at Wutongyue tomorrow? ]
The "Entering" sign above flashed several times, and Sang Qing only received one word: "OK."
Sang Qing suppressed the questions in her mind and informed Jiang Zhiyi that the venue would be her home. Jiang Zhiyi replied with an "OK".
After the venue was decided, Sang Qing began to think about the food and drinks for afternoon tea.
She planned to go to a restaurant after work to buy some drinks. As for Jiang Zhiyi being pregnant, honey lemon water would be suitable, both healthy and delicious.
The most important thing is that it is easy to make. She asked Shi Ying to see if she could make it. If not, she would ask Xiong Da to buy it from the beverage store.
Miss Jiang has tried everything, so she probably wouldn't mind drinking some fancy drinks while gossiping.
Besides, her recipes are really poor. It’s only because Shi Ying has a wide range of knowledge and good cooking skills that she can enrich her recipes.
Shi Ying was more familiar with food, so Sang Qing asked Shi Ying directly about the restaurants nearby, whether there were any suitable afternoon tea snacks, and whether she could teach her how to make lemonade...
On the other side, Shi Ying looked at the several messages sent by Sang Qing in succession and put down the carving tools in his hand.
The good-looking brows frowned.
In his few experiences, females didn't seem to have to worry about such things.
In the past, his father would help him prepare these.
Later, the woman gave them to her new love as a token of favor.
The new love who got the opportunity was proud of it, showed off, and bullied and oppressed them even more.
He disdains to do these things, but Sang Qing is different.
He didn't resist doing anything for her.
And since she had no other beastly husband, he should have prepared something for her.
Thinking of this, Shi Ying's lips curled up unconsciously, revealing a bit of joy.
So he replied below: [No, I will be ready. ]
Seeing that Shi Ying was willing to help, Sang Qing was naturally very happy.
I discussed some details with Shi Ying.
Jiang Zhiyi suddenly said that Jun Xinyue also wanted to come.
Sang Qing thought, come on, it’s a treat whether one person comes or two people come.
…
On the afternoon of the afternoon tea appointment, Sang Qing still went to work at the shelter during the day as usual.
Sang Qing was in a good mood as she ate the pastries made by Shi Ying.
After finishing the first box of little leopards, Sang Qing picked up the second box and opened it with reluctance. It was full of small fish, but the carvings were not as delicate as those of the little leopards.
Just as he was about to do something, the pastry box was snatched away by another hand.
"Your teeth will hurt if you eat too much." Shi Ying closed the lid, a hint of pampering hidden in his disapproving voice.
"Youfei just ate too many sweets, so he took the day off today to go to the dentist."
Sang Qing's heart was filled with alarm. She was really afraid of toothache.
Although she has never had cavities, she has had wisdom teeth inflamed. The pain was really unbearable. She couldn't eat and felt the pain in her brain.
Sang Qing looked at the twenty or so boxes of pastries piled on the table in distress, "Why did you make so many? I can't finish them all."
Shi Ying just said that these are all for her.
Although pastries can be kept for a few days, if you eat one or two boxes a day, you will definitely not be able to finish them in a short period of time.
Over time, the taste will deteriorate.
Shi Ying's eyes narrowed slightly: "You can take him to the shelter."
So Sang Qing took the cakes to the shelter.
Sang Qing distributed the cakes to Admiral Curry, Assistant Xiao, Zhuang Yifan and others, and also gave each team a few boxes on a first-come, first-served basis.
There's no way, there are only so many pastries, it's impossible for everyone to have them.
Those who were given pastries praised her without thinking twice. Some people even praised her and the pastries to the sky based on their appearance and aroma before they even started eating.
Some even say they should take it home and keep it, take it out and smell it every day, so that the fragrance will remind them of the person.
Sang Qing's mouth twitched wildly.
Quickly leave the scary Bird Team and go to the Aquatic Team.
It’s not that I won’t update, it’s that I’m sick and have to go to the hospital. I’m very tired and uncomfortable, so I really don’t have time to write.
I will continue to update when things get better, and every book by the author will be finished.
Thank you for your continued support, my dears. I am very sorry.
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