Drifting Towards You

One day after marriage, it was Su Xiangwan's birthday for another year.

I left the kindergarten early every year, with a stern bun face and big eyes, I couldn't help looking around, looking a little anxious.

After a while, after seeing the familiar license plate number, he greeted the teacher and hurried into the car.

Mu Beiting glanced at him, but said nothing.

If it wasn't for his own son, he really wanted to leave him in the kindergarten.

This little **** has been a sycophant since he was able to speak neatly. He stayed with him to sleep for half a month and refused to return to his room.

He spoiled this little **** late in his birth, so much so that he had to wait until the stinky boy fell asleep every day before he could bring him back.

But every time it was late at night, she couldn't feed him a few times.

After Mu Beiting recovered his senses, Yu Guang glanced at the little ghost beside him, not knowing what gift he had prepared for Wanwan.

But it won't be better than what he sent.

I must like it more lately.

Thinking of this, Mu Beiting was relieved, and his whole body was at ease.

More than ten minutes later, Mu Beiting walked into a cake shop every year.

They had promised to make a cake for the evening here.

So he came very early today, and he took leave of absence with his teacher every year.

"Sir, do you plan to choose cakes?" The clerk stepped forward and said diligently, and couldn't help but secretly look at Mu Beiting several times.

She hadn't seen such a handsome man, but she looked a little cold, as if she didn't come close.

But it seems that the little Zhengtai next to him should be his son, so cute.

Before Mu Beiting could speak, some pudgy bosses hurried out, with pleats on his smiling faces: "Mu Shao is here, please come inside."

Before coming over today, Mu Beiting had asked Shang Wen to inform his boss in advance, and at the same time prepared the best production materials.

After all, Nian He and Ruan Ruan are both children, and he is not relieved that they will eat something bad.

The father and son followed the boss and entered a separate production room. Two turntables, one large and one small, were placed side by side, with the same production tools on each side, and the visit was neat and shiny.

The boss personally used another turntable to demonstrate once, while covering up and explaining.

However, in just a few minutes, the father and son started to do it.

Year after year, I was standing on a chair because I was not tall enough.

Mu Beiting took off his jacket, and Shang Wenli took it immediately.

Both father and son were serious, and they rolled up the sleeves of their shirts, acting surprisingly in unison.

Mu Beiting used a ten-inch cake embryo and a six-inch cake every year.

Mu Beiting glanced at each year, his eyes darkened a bit.

Originally, he meant to let the little **** make one with him, but he had a lot of ideas, and he had to do it himself.

He didn't bother to care about him, because what he made would not be as beautiful as his.

Thinking of this, Mu Beiting's mood improved a lot, and his movements became more focused.

The two first spread the cream evenly on the cake, and then began to outline the lace and patterns, and put the candies and chocolates.

It was also at this time that the gap between adults and children became apparent.

Every year is smart, but he is a small child. His movements are a lot slower than Mu Beiting, and he is far from the exquisite and beautiful that Mu Beiting handles.

Year after year, frowning and looking at Mu Beiting, Mu Beiting raised his eyebrows and stared at him.

"Humph." The young man snorted, and his delicate brow frowned.