651: C651 Learn to Make Cake

C651 Learn to Make Cake

After sending Xue Xue'er home, Yang Songshu watched as his mother busied herself in the kitchen. She hummed a tune and began washing the dishes for lunch in the sink.

Seeing her son standing behind her in a daze, she quickly called out for him to help, "Songshu, come, help mom cut some vegetables."

Yang's mother placed the washed cabbage on the chopping board and indicated for him to help her cut it. She turned around and went back to wash the fish. The grass fish she bought at the market today was really fresh.

If she used it to make soup, the two of them would probably eat a lot.

"The sound of cutting vegetables rang out. Yang's mother was washing and talking as if she was talking about her daily life.

"Now that you see Xue'er, you must be happy, right? Hmm?"

Although Yang Songshu still didn't reply, Yang's mother knew that he was in a good mood right now. Otherwise, he would not help her normally.

When the sound of cutting vegetables was gone, Yang Songshu stood by the kitchen door and leaned against the door to look at his mother who was busy. Suddenly, he said what he was thinking, "Mom, I want to learn how to make cake."

Yang's mother's smile suddenly froze, and the speed of the knife cutting the fish also slowed down. She turned her head to look at her son almost instantly, her eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"Why are you suddenly..."

Wait... When she saw the faint joy in his eyes, she suddenly understood. It was probably because of Xue'er again. Everyone already knew what he was thinking.

However, Yang's mother still had some thoughts and wanted to make things difficult for him. "But making cake is very troublesome and there are no more ingredients at home."

He immediately replied without any hesitation. "It's alright, I can endure hardship. I will go to the supermarket to buy ingredients now."

After saying that, he went to the study to get pen and paper and asked Yang's mother to write down the ingredients. Yang's mother had a smile on her mouth and did not say anything. She wrote down a piece of paper on the materials and sent her son to buy it.

When he went out to buy the materials, he could also communicate with others and let him walk out of his heart and chat more with others.

"Love, it really makes people yearn for it and indulge in it."

When Yang Songshu bought the things, Yang's mother had already finished preparing lunch. There were a few big dishes and even the bowls and chopsticks were ready. Seeing him panting, Yang's mother sat on the chair and slowly said, "You are back? Come, wash your hands and eat. Those will come back later."

Although he was very anxious, Yang Songshu still obediently put the ingredients into the kitchen and sat opposite his mother. The two of them carried bowls and bowls of vegetables to eat. They did not have any communication throughout the whole process.

Even Yang's father, who came home, was not used to it. It was too quiet at home. It was quite uncomfortable to not have a chat.

"Why are you two like enemies, not saying a word?"

Yang's mother coldly snorted and ignored him. As for Yang Songshu, he wouldn't speak either. Yang's father asked for it and sat down to eat quietly.

In the second half of the meal, Yang's mother looked at her son, who did not show his true colors. She still wanted to disturb him. "Old Yang, let's go to Old Zhao's house in the afternoon. We haven't been there for a long time."

"Okay, we..."

"[No, mom, you promised me. You can't go back on your word.]"

Yang Songshu's voice became slightly louder, and he immediately covered Old Yang's voice. Yang's father widened his eyes. For the first time, he realized that his son also had a fierce side to him.

However, he didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed and said, "Look, look. Our son looks more like a living person."

Yang's mother did not think so. She continued to eat and replied with a pout, "Humph, that's for the sake of the one you love."

Oh, so that's the case.

Yang's father understood tacitly and did not say anything. He did not support or oppose. Back then, he had also been like Yang Songshu, passionately pursuing his own love. Now that he thought about it, he still missed his high spirits back then.

"Mom, you promised me."

Yang Songshu still insisted, staring at his mother, wanting to get the exact answer. The best would be to start doing it this afternoon.1

Then he could bring her to school tomorrow.

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