System: My worldview has collapsed, please let me be quiet

System 002: Uh...

Daomingsi stared at the phone screen intently, but Jiang Meiling still didn't respond.

His face turned ashen in an instant, veins popped out on his forehead, and anger surged in his heart like a volcano about to erupt.

He slammed his phone onto the sofa, and it bounced up and fell down with a dull sound.

"Damn it!" He roared loudly, clenched his fists, and paced back and forth in the room like a beast trapped in a cage.

He kicked over the chair next to him, and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Why don't you reply to me? Why!" he roared, his voice almost breaking through the roof.

At this time, Fu Xinlin was beside him, gently pulling his arm, trying to calm him down.

"Xiao Si, don't be like this, calm down first." Her voice was gentle and patient.

Daomingsi exerted a little force and shook off her hand, continuing to vent his anger.

He rushed to the window and punched the window frame hard. The pain in his hand did not calm his inner anxiety at all.

Fu Xinlin was shocked when he heard the sound of the glass window breaking. He covered his chest with his hands and didn't dare to approach Daomingsi.

"Daoming Si, don't hurt yourself like this." She counselled him gently.

"This damn woman...she didn't even reply to my message!"

Fu Xinlin shook her head. "Why don't you make her a cake? Meiling must be angry... Make the cake and give it to her tomorrow."

"Make a cake?" Daomingsi looked at Fu Xinlin, blood flowing down from his fingers.

"Xiao Si, I have to catch a plane tomorrow. If you have any questions later, we can contact each other by phone anytime... Now, I have to rush back home." Fu Xinlin expressed her difficulties. She had stayed in City A long enough, and it would not be good if she didn't leave.

Daomingsi is always gentle to Fu Xinlin. Since Fu Xinlin doesn't have time to stay and make cakes with him, he won't force her to stay.

"I understand, Xinlin, thank you for your company these days. I'll ask the driver at home to take you home."

Fu Xinlin nodded and did not refuse.

She picked up her bag and left quickly.

"By the way, when you show the cake to Meiling tomorrow, you must not say that it was my suggestion that you make it, and don't say that I had any role in making the cake." There are only a few things that girls get jealous about, and it was impossible to explain to this wooden-headed man, so Fu Xinlin simply told him all the things that shouldn't be said.

After seeing Fu Xinlin off, Daomingsi came to the kitchen alone.

He muttered to himself, "It's just a cake... can it be difficult for me?"

Daoming Si walked into the kitchen with a firm step. The spacious and bright kitchen seemed particularly deserted at the moment. Only a few maids were coming in and out, busy with their own work.

Their figures moved back and forth under the kitchen light, and the sounds of pots and pans colliding and water flowing were intertwined.

Daomingsi frowned, cleared his throat and said, "All of you go out, you are not needed here." His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty.

When the maids heard his words, they were stunned at first, then stopped what they were doing and looked at each other. But seeing Daoming Si's serious expression, they did not dare to disobey, and they put down their things, lowered their heads and hurriedly left the kitchen.

For a moment, Daomingsi was the only one left in the kitchen. It was so quiet that one could almost hear his own breathing.

He took a deep breath and looked firmly at the table where various ingredients and tools were placed, ready to start making a cake for Jiang Meiling.

"This is the first time I've made a cake for a girl since I was a child. You damn woman, you'd better beg me to get back together tomorrow!"

Jiang Meiling: "A-choo!——"

Daomingsi put on his apron confidently, but found that he couldn't tie the straps properly no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he tied a knot that looked crooked.

He picked up the flour and wanted to pour it into the basin, but his hands shook and the flour raised a "white mist" that covered his face, making him look like a clown who had just crawled out of a flour jar.

“Pooh, pooh…” Daomingsi shook his head vigorously and sneezed awkwardly on the spot.

He quickly called the maid to bring a clean, wet towel, wiped the flour off his face and continued working.

When beating the eggs, Daomingsi used too much force and the eggshell broke into several pieces which fell into the egg liquid. He frantically tried to pick out the eggshell, but the more he tried, the more messy the situation became.

“Damn, this is so difficult! Never mind, we’ll have to mash it in the end anyway, so just throw it in!” Daomingsi said, without even cracking the eggs, and directly threw them in with the shells.

While stirring the batter, the whisk accidentally flew out and hit the wall, leaving a trail of batter.

"..." Daomingsi suddenly felt that it would be better to go back and take the exam...

Is he such a failure?!

Several maids hiding at the kitchen door, relying on their courage, secretly watched their young master who for the first time in his life actually wanted to make the cake himself?

Although it is commendable that the young master has a spirit of learning, his skill in making trouble is also top-notch.

Poor them, they probably have to work overtime today.

When Daomingsi was pouring the batter into the mold, he wasn't paying attention and poured too much batter, which flowed everywhere. He tried to wipe it off, but his hands were covered with sticky batter.

"Damn... I forgot to wash my hands. Will I get diarrhea after eating it?" Never mind. He wasn't the one eating it anyway.

Finally came the last step!

Bake the cake.

After roasting, he was also liberated.

Time passed bit by bit.

Daoming Si went upstairs and took a hot bath.

During this time, the maids were worried and came to patrol the kitchen. Suddenly, they almost cried!

"Master! It's muddled!"

“The cake is burnt!”

Amid the maids’ screams.

Daoming Si then quickly put on his clothes and went downstairs.

It turned out that Daomingsi forgot to set the time, causing the cake to almost burn, and the whole kitchen was filled with a burnt smell.

"Cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Master...your cake..."

The maids helped Daomingsi take the cake out of the oven and placed it on the chopping board.

This cake is a little ugly, but it doesn’t matter!

It's not his to eat anyway.

"Well, you guys go out! I can handle this by myself."

"Yes, Master."

After seeing that all the maids had left, Daomingsi hurriedly took the final step - decoration.

Daomingsi took out a framed cream bag and put the whipped cream into it spoonful by spoonful.

Then, he started to squeeze the cream self-righteously according to the way he remembered seeing others decorate flowers.

However, when squeezing the cream for decoration, either too much or too little cream was squeezed, and the shape was crooked and there was no aesthetic appeal at all.