Before they knew it, Saturday had arrived. Jiang Mianmian had been in the kitchen since breakfast, focused and meticulous as she made the cake base, whipped egg whites, and prepared the cream. Once the cream was ready, she began to decorate the cake with it.
She had practiced twice before, and with that experience, everything was much easier this time. She could make really beautiful decorations now.
After all, she was too embarrassed to serve a poorly made cake to guests as they had done before when it was just her family of three.
However, today there were more guests, and one cake would definitely not be enough—making at least two was necessary.
As Jiang Changhai washed dishes, he exclaimed, "Daughter, how do you come up with all these clever ideas?"
"Haha, Dad, I read about them in books. There's an old saying, 'In books, there are houses of gold,' Dad, don't you read? Should I find one for you?" Jiang Mianmian asked with a giggle.
