Children are very curious, especially when they come into contact with things they have never seen before. Their curiosity is amplified and they will talk a lot. During the few hours Zhou Yi was busy, Sansan’s questions never stopped. Pass.
But no matter what Sansan asked, Zhou Yi would answer very patiently. Even when his hands were busy, he did not show any impatience. After finally putting the two plates of bread into the oven, Sansan squatted in the oven curiously. Looking in front of her, Zhou Yi sat on the floor and watched with her.
"Wow, it's gotten bigger!" Sansan saw the bread in the oven swelling and grabbed Zhou Yi's arm excitedly, "Uncle Zhou, why did it get bigger?"
Zhou Yi answered her half-jokingly: "Because I cast a spell on it."
Sansan: "Then can you teach me? I want to learn too!"
Zhou Yi: "No problem, I'll teach you next time."
The two of them stayed in front of the oven for almost twenty minutes. When the bread came out, Zhou Yi was afraid of burning Sansan, so he asked her to sit at the dining table.
Zhou Yi put on his gloves and took out the two plates of bread from the oven, then took two and put them on the plate, poured condensed milk sauce on them, took a knife and fork and brought them to San San.
Sansan ate the cinnamon rolls she had longed for, and the happiness on her face was visible to the naked eye. Zhou Yi sat across from her and looked at her, "Is it delicious?"
Sansan gave him a thumbs up and praised him without hesitation: "Uncle Zhou, you are really a genius."
Zhou Yi has heard countless compliments in the past thirty years, but only the praise from San San can make him so happy. Seeing her smile like this while eating the bread he made, he finally found some meaning of his role as a "father" .
"If you like, I can cook it for you more often in the future." Zhou Yi's voice became much gentler unconsciously.
"Okay, okay." Sansan nodded, "Yes, Uncle Zhou, can I take a few back to my mother?"
Zhou Yi: "Of course."
He glanced in the direction of the island, "I'll take the rest with you when I send you back later."
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Sansan came back before dinner.
When Zhou Yi sent Sansan back, Zheng Pianying had just finished talking to Zheng Lin on the phone.
As soon as Sansan entered the door, she walked up to Zheng Pianqing carrying a big paper bag and said, "Mom, I brought this for you."
Zheng Pianqian lowered her head and glanced, "What is it?"
Sansan opened the bag and showed it to her.
Zheng Pianqing saw the cinnamon rolls packaged inside, which were neatly and exquisitely shaped. She was about to ask her where she bought them when she heard Sansan excitedly introduce: "Uncle Zhou made these in the afternoon. He is so awesome."
Zheng Pianqian was startled for a moment, and then looked carefully at the things in the bag. It was hard to imagine that Zhou Yi had made them.
"Mom, try it quickly." Sansan took out a bag, unpacked it and handed it to Zheng Pianqing.
Zheng Pianqian smelled the rich aroma of butter and cinnamon brown sugar, which was similar to what she saw in the store window.
Not wanting to disappoint San San, Zheng Pian Ting lowered her head and took a bite. Her mouth was instantly filled with the fragrant aroma of cinnamon. Compared with the authentic American cinnamon rolls, Zhou Yi's was not too sweet, but it just suited Zheng Pian Ting's taste.
"Is it okay?" After Zheng Pianqing took a bite, Zhou Yi couldn't hold back and asked her opinion.
Zheng Pianqian nodded in response without saying a word extra.
"Then I'll go back first." With this reaction, Zhou Yi was already satisfied. He didn't stay here any longer and left after sending San San there.
After Zhou Yi left, Zheng Pianying took Sansan to the restaurant for dinner.
Sansan shared the cinnamon rolls made by Zhou Yi with several aunts at home, and felt a little proud when giving them gifts.
Zheng Pianqing could feel that Sansan liked Zhou Yi more and more.
She also had to admit that Zhou Yi had indeed done a lot for San San during this period, and he had not "stoked" the relationship between her and San San as she had imagined. In fact, the relationship between their mother and daughter had recently become worse than before. It got better.
This trend made Zheng Pianqian feel a little more at ease in her heart, and her rejection and disgust towards Zhou Yi were not as deep as before.
Of course, this is just a consideration from a mother's perspective.
As for the matter between her and Zhou Yi, Zheng Pianqing has never considered it, not to mention that she does not intend to fall in love again, even if she is looking for one, there are thousands of men in the world, and it will definitely not be him.
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July 8th is Zheng Pianqing’s birthday.
San Sanlao has been preparing for Zheng Pianqing's birthday for a long time. This is also the first time she has spent a birthday with her mother since she was born. Therefore, after writing down the date, she is preparing gifts mysteriously.
Zhou Yi also put a lot of thought into this - Sansan's gift idea was provided by Zhou Yi: the two worked together to prepare a birthday cake for Zheng Pianqing.
Sansan agreed without saying a word. A few weekends before her birthday, her and Zhou Yi's activities changed from playing tennis to making cakes.
After repeated practice, I finally came up with a decent one. Although it is not as exquisite as the one outside, it is already a superb performance for Sansan.
The cake was made the day before Zheng Pianqing's birthday. In order to keep it a surprise, the cake was stored in the refrigerator of Zhou Yi's apartment.
Even the birthday congratulatory letter prepared by Sansan for Zheng Pianqing was left here.
Zheng Pianying didn't know that Sansan was preparing a surprise behind her back. When she was sent back by Zhou Yi in the evening, Zheng Pianying thought they were going to play tennis and didn't ask too much.
Zheng Pianqian is almost thirty years old. At this age, there is not much sense of ceremony for birthdays, but Zheng Linxu and Zheng Yuemi remember her birthday very clearly. In the morning, they even specially asked the kitchen to prepare a longevity dish noodle.
Zheng Linxu and Zheng Yuemi originally wanted to take their mother and daughter to Miami to celebrate their birthdays. Zheng Pianqing felt that flying back and forth was too troublesome, so she finally decided to simply spend the day at home.
The gift Zheng Linxu and Zheng Yuemi gave to Zheng Pianqing was the ownership of a studio.
The studio is located about five kilometers away from home, with a usable area of more than 400 square meters. The decoration of the studio was basically completed before it was delivered to Zheng Pianqing.
The first and second floors are the exhibition hall, and the third floor is Zheng Pianqing's exclusive studio.
Zheng Pianqing was very touched when she received this gift. Her eyes were a little sore, but she did not cry.
"Dad and aunt have finished giving gifts, now it's my turn!" Sansan quietly waited for the two elders to finish speaking before starting to lay out his own gifts.
Zheng Yuemi smiled and raised her eyebrows: "What surprises have we Sansan prepared?"
Sansan glanced at the phone, then got down from the table and went to the living room.
When she came back, there was Zhou Yi carrying a cake box next to her.
When Zheng Linxu and Zheng Yuemi saw Zhou Yi appearing, the smiles on their faces disappeared instantly.
Zhou Yi put the cake on the table, put the envelope on it, and then explained: "This is the cake and greeting card that Sansan made for her mother. After they were made yesterday, they were kept at my place overnight."
