"Mom, I'm truly sorry." Qiao Xiaon'an helped Deng Jiaru sit on the sofa, "It's been two months and two days since I married into the Yun Family, and only today I found out when your birthday is. I apologize for not being good enough, but I will remember it from now on."
The couch in the gym, though not as spacious and grandiose as the one in the living room, was quite comfortable. Qiao Xiaon'an still held Deng Jiaru's hand, "Mom, I can bake cakes. How about I make you a big cake for your birthday? I can even make a thousand-layer one."
Deng Jiaru's eyes lit up, "You know how to bake cakes?"
"Yes," she nodded, talking about how she used to work at a cake shop while in college. Then she added, "Mom, I don't know what gift to give you. I can't afford expensive things, and I'm sure you don't lack those. So, I'll just make you a multi-layered cake."
