649: C649 Handmade Cake

C649 Handmade Cake

Only then did Xue Xue'er take out the tea leaves that she was carrying. Because she did not know what other person liked, just as she left the house, Xu Fangya chased over and forcefully stuffed the tea leaves into her hands.0

She said that she must not go to other people's house and be impolite.

And these tea leaves had always been a proper gift. It would not be a problem for her to give it to others or drink it by herself. These tea leaves were even given to Third Xue by someone else during the New Year. They were usually reluctant to drink them. Now that they were going to Yang Songshu's house, Xu Fangya was also willing to give them to him.

It was all because she had helped him a lot previously.

"Hello, Auntie."

When he entered the house, he realized that it was extremely quiet in the house. Yang's father had already gone to work. Only Yang Songshu, who was doing homework, and Yang's mother, who was doing housework, were left at home.

Yang's mother was naturally happy to see Xue Xue'er. Usually, her husband was very busy, so she could not see him. Her son was also very introverted and did not like to interact with people. She was alone at home, and besides watching television, she couldn't think of any other way to entertain herself.

Now that Xue Xue'er was here, she had someone to talk to. She asked Yang Songshu to entertain her. She sat down and went to the kitchen to make tea.

"Auntie, it's not so troublesome. I don't need to drink tea."

"It's your business if you don't drink, but Auntie must make tea." Yang's mother quickly brought a plate over and placed the teapot and tea cup. This was English black tea, and it was also her favorite.

She was not used to Tie Guanyin and the others, but she drank foreign tea. Even Yang's father said that this was her strange hobby.

Similarly, she brought three small cakes with her. The small cakes were stored in a small box with a spoon.

Yang's mother put down the plate and poured three cups of tea for each of them before saying, "Come Xue'er, try it. Also, this small cake was personally made by Auntie and she specially left it for you."

It was also her first time seeing someone make such an exquisite and beautiful cake. She actually picked up the cake and looked at it for a long time before praising it.

"Auntie, your cake is really beautiful. If it was me, I definitely wouldn't be able to make it."

Yang's mother saw that she was only holding it to look and hurriedly urged, "Quickly try it and see if it is delicious."

Xue Xue'er nodded her head and did not refuse. She took the spoon and dug out a small corner before putting it into her mouth. The faint milk fragrance and the baked cake perfectly merged together and Xue Xue'er very quickly lit it up.

The melancholy between Yang Songshu's eyebrows also dissipated. Seeing that Xue Xue'er really liked this small cake, he was also quite happy.

Yang's mother also took one and ate it. She was happy to sit and watch her son pay attention to Xue Xue'er. And his slightly red ears. Usually, Yang Songshu would not be downstairs for so long. Today was the first time he did not leave. He really borrowed Xue Xue'er's light.

Xue Xue'er finished the whole meal and her mouth was still reminiscing about that taste. Seeing this, Yang Songshu also passed his cake to her. He was not reluctant at all.

"Come, Xue'er, eat it."

"No, no, no, one is enough. I don't need to eat more. If I eat more, I will get fat." After saying that, she touched her belly, afraid that she would grow fat one day.

Actually, she didn't really like sweet food. She just liked delicious food. Besides, it was a good experience to eat sweet food occasionally when one's mood improved.

Yang's mother lightly tasted a few bites and put down the cake. She also said, "Yes, Songshu will get sick of eating too much cake. You let Xue'er drink tea to relieve the boredom."

"Okay, Xue'er, come and have a cup of tea."

Xue Xue'er was very flattered and took the tea from Yang Songshu. She wanted to say that she actually did not need to be so enthusiastic. She could do this by herself, but Yang Songshu was very stubborn.

She even took a few sips of tea under his gaze before she perfunctorily went over. There was indeed no more taste in her mouth, but now she was somewhat restrained.

Facing Yang Songshu and Yang's mother, she racked her brains and could not think of any topics to talk about.

Yang's mother's heart was still kind. She suggested to bring her to the small garden outside to take a look. That was the painstaking effort she had put in over a few years.

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