"I know. I can''t take part in your birthday in the past. From now on, I will spend it with you. And this cake is the first one I give you. There will be a second one, a third one Seventy or eighty. "


    Ye Anqi took his words as air, "cut well, what do you want me to do?"


    "What shape do you want?"


    "Whatever."


    "You can say whatever you want." Timothy had to hear the answer.


    Ye Anqi glimpses broccoli on one side. She reaches out and points, "that''s it."


    Timothy looked over and said, "you''re so casual."


    Broccoli shaped cake, how do you want him to make it?


    Ye Anqi raised her eyebrows, "is not what you said casually?"


    Timothy''s indulgent smile, "OK, broccoli on broccoli."


    "If it''s OK, I''ll go out first."


    "My back is a little stiff. Give me a massage."


    “……” Ye Anqi held her chest in her arms. "Yes, but today I want to hear the exact answer. When will you let me see yeshitian?"


    Timothy knew that you can''t just let the donkey follow the carrots without giving them to eat.


    "After dinner in the evening


    "Now."


    Timothy lowered his head to make the cake. "Now I don''t want to spoil my mood."


    "In the evening you must say that?"


    "Yes. Is it all right now? "


    Ye Anqi is flexible and flexible, "wait a minute."


    She went out, and soon came with a hammer.


    Timothy raised her eyebrows. "Where did you get this?"


    At that time, it''s used by old people. He doesn''t have it at all.


    "You have a gardener here, in his sixties."


    Timothy: --


    So she went to ask the gardener for it?


    Ye Anqi walked behind him and beat him on the back with a massage ball on the mallet.


    Timothy was speechless. He didn''t want the massage.


    Ye Anqi pounded with force.


    Timothy indulged her, and it was like tickling to him.


    Ye Anqi played for a while, stopped, "do you want to?"


    "Well, go on."


    She went on beating again.


    Timothy makes the cake leisurely.


    No matter how strong Ye Anqi is, he seems to be OK.


    After a while, ye Anqi''s hand was sour.


    Timothy seemed to have eyes in his back. "Take a ten minute break and go on."


    She needs to rest if she can.


    But she didn''t stay in the kitchen for ten minutes.


    She didn''t want to be with him.


    In this way, one by one they made cakes and the other beat their backs. After a long time, the cake was finally ready.


    Broccoli cake looks like a mushroom cloud


    Timothy doesn''t change the color, "the shape is almost the same, make do with it."


    Ye Anqi doesn''t care.


    Timothy made the dinner.


    He cooked, and ye Anqi helped him.


    He wanted to cultivate a relationship with her by doing these things.


    Ye Anqi understood his thoughts.


    If she didn''t fall in love with yeshitian, she thought she would be moved by him.


    But her heart already had the night explanation day.


    Other people can''t even make do with it.


    …………


    The crystal chandelier radiates bright light.


    The long table is full of delicious food.


    Most of them are the favorite food of Ye Anqi.


    In the middle of the dining table is a mushroom shaped cake.


    Timothy poured each other a glass of red wine. "Here, let''s have a drink first."


    Ye Anqi picked up her glass and touched him.