Shen Yulou flapped her wings and transplanted the plants she had just dug up from the central battlefield onto the kitchen floor.
The flower pots and bags of nutrient soil in front of him were all purchased from the system space.
"You! Be in charge of kneading the dough for me."
"You! You're in charge of baking the cake for me."
"You! You're in charge of whipping the cream for me."
After burying the plants from the red plastic bag in the flowerpot, Shen Yulou stretched out both hands and quickly formed hand seals, spreading the herb powder from his hands onto the plants.
"Ma mi ma mi hong!"
At his command, the plants in front of him seemed to be bugs in the program, pausing and malfunctioning with every movement, and it took a long time for them to start moving smoothly.
"Mission accomplished, now get to work for me."
The newly formed consciousness of the plants sensed the leader's command, and their vines and roots began to grow and spread rapidly, sprouting long arms to busy themselves in the kitchen.
The overhead light was pure white, the kitchen was brightly lit, and the little one, wearing yellow-green dinosaur pajamas, sat next to his father.
The chubby, short dragon tail fell off the table. The little boy kicked his chubby feet and tried to touch the dough in his father's hands with his drool-covered hands.
"Ah! Wow!"
The little one wants to play too!
"No, a baby with scratched feet can't make cakes."
Shen Yulou looked up seriously, grabbed the baby's hand, and put it back into the baby's mouth.
"ah?"
Why?
Your feet smell nice, why can't you?
The child stared wide-eyed at his feet, not understanding what his fragrant smell had to do with making cakes.
The cake is delicious, and the feet are delicious too!
Dad just doesn't want his son to make cakes.
The baby laboriously turned around, its round, plump tail and back facing its father.
Are you angry? Are you ignoring Daddy?
Shen Yulou washed the flour off his hands, grinned, poked the baby's back, and leaned his face closer.
Hmph! I'm angry.
The child pouted, closed his eyes, and turned his face to the other side.
"Oh dear, Daddy's baby is really angry."
She pouted and kissed her precious son, but the little guy still kept his eyes tightly closed, puffed out his cheeks angrily, and maintained the posture of turning his head away.
"How about you make cakes, baby? Daddy will let you make cakes."
Shen Yulou looked down at the little fur on the baby's face, and couldn't help but smile, pinching the baby's dinosaur tail with his left hand.
"ah?"
Is it really true?
The little boy finally opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his father, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and affection.
"Really, Daddy doesn't lie to his baby."
Shen Meiren kissed her son on the lips, her eyes filled with love for him.
Give this little guy some flour and knead it, whether he kneads it with his feet, his hands, or even his drooling hands, just give the final product to Chi Yuan to eat.
He certainly wouldn't mind the cake his son made himself, and would happily eat it.
If Chi Yuan couldn't finish his food, he would eat with him.
She always manages to finish all the cakes her son makes.
Thinking this, Shen Yulou smiled even more happily, and the little guy was even happier seeing his father's bright smile.
"Ah! Love! Love, love!"
I love my dad.
The baby stretched out his two chubby hands and hugged his father's head, squeezing it into his belly. He lowered his head and rubbed his face against his father's hair.
Dads are the best dads in the world.
Just as the father and son were enjoying their tender moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Who is it?
Shen Yulou pulled her head away from the baby's arms, called out a few words softly, and went to open the door.
A tall figure stood in front of the door. After pushing the door open, one could see Chi Yuan's handsome face hidden under the brim of his hat.
"Sir, who are you?"
Shen Yulou glanced at the military rank insignia on Chi Yuan's chest a few times, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Would you mind if I came in and we talked?
"Regarding the question of whether your dessert shop can operate."
The moonlight fell on the rounded brim of his hat, forming a crescent-shaped blade of light. His voice was completely calm, but Chi Yuan forced a smile.
It's clear that they're putting in the effort.
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