"After drinking this cup of wine, I dare to shout even in front of the old lady..."
Actually, she was quite a good baby who listened to her mother; otherwise, she would have accepted her fate strangely.
...
After getting drunk and falling into a deep sleep, Gu Youyou kneaded the dough in the kitchen.
She didn't know what tools Miss Du used, but the flour was finely ground and clean.
Eggs, milk, all the things needed to make a cake were ready, only needing to be cooked.
Gu Youyou used to love making desserts with her pastry chef; she loved to eat them. If she hadn't been afraid of getting fat, she could eat them every day.
Although her skills were not as good as those of a professional pastry chef, they were still presentable.
Once the cake was done, she spread cream over it, creating a beautiful pattern, and a playful, cute and delicious little dessert was made.
