She became addicted after marriage, and Mrs. Jiang was so spoiled that the corners of her eyes turne

When Nan Shiyu came out of the company, her legs were floating.

Her cherry-red lips were swollen and bright, and it looked like she had been kissed hard.

She pulled at the corners of her sore lips. As soon as she got in the car, she took out a mask in her bag and put it on.

The first time Cheng Nianan saw his best friend in the afternoon, his eyes were fixed on her still swollen lips.

There was gossip in her eyes, "What are you doing in the CEO's office?"

Nan Shiyu's eyes were wandering, "W-what have you done? What else can you do besides eating?"

Cheng Nian'an curled his lips intriguingly, moved closer, and lowered his voice, "I didn't ask anything else, what are you guilty of?"

"Who is guilty!"

—

Two days later, Nan Shiyu was already very proficient in the process of making cakes. After handing the last dog food cake to Junior High School, she was ready to start making cakes for human consumption.

Jiang Jingyu didn't like things that were too sweet, so Nan Shiyu deliberately controlled the amount of sugar, from very sweet at the beginning to slightly sweet later on.

It is not good for dogs to eat too much of this kind of cream cake that humans eat. Some of the edible cream cakes that Nan Shiyu practiced were taken away and destroyed by Cheng Nianan, and some were sent to Nan Yuheng.

The euphemistic name is: Let the brother enjoy the care of the sister.

Soon, as soon as the cake was delivered to Nan Yuheng, his phone call came in.

Nan Yuheng's usually calm voice, looking at the cake in front of him with a face that he really couldn't agree with, he asked with difficulty:

"Nan Zhizhi, can you also make cakes?"

Nan Shiyu lazily asked, "Why not?"

"You keep sabotaging ingredients just to chase your wife. What's wrong with me making a cake for my husband's birthday?"

Nan Yuheng: "..."

In the CEO's office, he couldn't help but poke the pitted cake with Nan Shiyu's thoughtful spoon.

"Are you sure...you can eat this stuff?"

"What are you talking about? Of course you can eat it." She gave him the exact words Nan Yuheng said not long ago:

"If it weren't for the fact that you are my only brother, you wouldn't be able to experience the cake tasting I made myself."

Nan Yuheng grasped the key point: cake... a tasting product?

Before hanging up the phone, Nan Shiyu did not forget to say the next sentence:

"Brother, you must try it. I think back on those dark dishes of yours, I was the first and only one willing to try them. As brothers and sisters, we must help each other."

Nan Yuheng: "..."

—

Jiang Jingyu's birthday is August [-]st.

On August [-]th, after finishing the last cream cake and looking at the finished product, Nan Shiyu wiped off a little cream on her fingertips with satisfaction and looked at Cheng Nian'an as if to praise her.

"How's it going? Doesn't it look good?"

Cheng Nian'an clicked his tongue and praised, "Don't tell me, it's really good, unexpected."

Judging from Nan Shiyu's craftsmanship on the first afternoon, Cheng Nian'an thought that it would be great if she could make a five- to six-inch one-layer cake.

But she didn't expect that after more than a week of persistent surprise training, her best friend, a killer cook, could actually make a three-layered cake, even the decorations on it were very delicate.

It's really a bit of a show-off.

"Should we just use this? Or should we do it again tomorrow?"

Nan Shiyu looked at the patterns on the cake, thought for a while, and said:

"Let's do it again tomorrow. I plan to write a few words on it. It just so happens that Jiang Jingyu won't be back until tomorrow afternoon." In terms of time, there is absolutely enough time.

"Okay." Cheng Nian'an asked curiously: "What words do you want to make?"

Nan Shiyu raised her eyes slightly, her eyes bright, "The words of confession."

Cheng Nian'an: "?"

Before she could speak, Nan Shiyu took her to the hall outside.

He rummaged around in a small drawer next to the coffee table and quickly found several scraps of paper with various words written on them.

"Because the area of ​​the cake is limited and the words are framed with cream, I thought about several options when designing. After much thought, overall, this style is the best."

Cheng Nianan came over to take a look.

Nan Shiyu mainly wanted to write the four words "I like you".

Several pieces of draft paper were spread out on the table, and it was clearly visible how much thought the person involved had put into designing the style of these words.

After scanning it roughly, she looked carefully at the piece of paper selected by her best friend.

Considering the cake's size and the design to be more beautiful, Nan Shiyu replaced the "hi" in "like" with a small heart.

The word ‘Huan’ is in Traditional Chinese.

Combined with the combination of the words 'I' and 'you', at a glance, it is indeed very good.

"The design is very good, but the traditional Chinese character of 'Huan' is not very easy to write. You should pay attention when writing."

After deciding on all the details, Nan Shiyu arranged for people to deliver the paintings and other gifts she had prepared from the Nan family villa. After everything was done, Cheng Nianan asked before leaving:

"Do you still need me to come over tomorrow?"

"Come on." Nan Shiyu said, "I will make the cake tomorrow morning. If you don't come, I will make mistakes alone."

also.

Cheng Nian'an thought that she would accompany Nan Shiyu to finish making the cake tomorrow, and then help her decorate the scene, and then leave when Jiang Jingyu was about to come back, so as not to delay the couple's world.

only……

When there is no external threat, the dog that has helped its owner a lot often becomes the most uncontrollable 'threat'.

In the past two or three days, Nan Shiyu has been practicing making cream cakes for humans and has not made any more dog food cakes for her third year of junior high school. However, a certain Labrador who was used to eating dog food cakes for several days in a row has not been eaten for several days. The owner who liked it fed him, and the stupid dog squatted beside the fountain on the only way outside the hall, feeling depressed.

When Cheng Nian'an left, he couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth when he saw this showman dog covered in drama.

"Jiang Jingyu's dog, what does it want to do? What does it mean?"