"Hey, little ones! If you still want to eat the cream cake made by your dad, don't come here and make trouble." Holding a special container filled with cream, Adrian carefully squeezed out a flower on the cake—well, although it was ugly, it did look like a flower—and then said to the little ones bouncing around the kitchen.
"I can't believe it actually looks decent." Little Emma leaned over and commented seriously on the cake covered with cream in front of her.
"Yeah, except it's not very pretty, Ed is still an amateur." Small Emma emerged from the other side and nodded cooperatively.
"If it doesn't taste good, no matter how pretty the cake is, it's useless." Adrian shrugged.
"Are you sure this cake will end up in our mouths once it's served?" Little Emma showed a doubtful and mischievous look.
