Ran Yu thought about it all day, knitting scarves and gloves seemed a bit too intimate, so she decided to bake a cake instead, which everyone could enjoy together.
After school, she specifically made a trip to the supermarket and spent a significant amount of money on a complete set of cake-baking tools.
So when Lu Ziheng got home from work and passed by the kitchen, he couldn't help but freeze in his tracks.
His petite wife, wrapped in the black apron he usually wore, with a comical chef's hat on her head, her face covered in flour and cream, was battling with an assortment of pots and pans in front of her.
Upon seeing him, the little girl's eyes lit up and she dashed toward him, "Hubby, hubby, do you know how to make a cake?"
Lu Ziheng looked down at his arms.
He was wearing a black shirt today, which her little hands had grabbed... immediately leaving white flour on his wrist and some yellow, sticky substance splattered on his chest.
