Chapter 274 The Person I Love the Most

TV dramas are broadcast on a specific plot, and every country has extremely poor and backward places.

It doesn't mean that the country with such backward areas, the whole country is so impoverished.

"Well, in the future, when I deal with anyone and anything, I have to go and see it myself before making a conclusion." Yun Xiangxiang learned this truth this time.

The wind at night was soft and cool, as comforting and reassuring as a mother's hand, Yun Xiangxiang leaned on Song Mian's shoulder, wondering if it was because the bright lights were too dazzling, or the fatigue of the day came in this relaxing time.

Yun Xiangxiang unconsciously fell asleep on Song Mian's body. Song Mian picked her up, put her in the car and drove home.

When he got home, he wiped her hands and feet with a warm towel, without waking her up. Yun Xiangxiang slept until ten o'clock the next morning!

Today is Song Mian's birthday.

Sitting up from the bed, Yun Xiangxiang saw the time, rubbed his head a little annoyed, and immediately took a shower to clean himself up.

When they went down, Song Mian was sitting in the rest area typing on the computer, when he heard the sound, he got up to cook.

Yun Xiangxiang rushed forward, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed the corner of his lips: "Happy birthday, the person I love the most."

The phrase "the person I love the most" completely pleased Song Mian, and he kissed her back.

"A Mian, will you teach me how to make cakes today?" Yun Xiangxiang asked with his chin propped on one hand after eating.

She was so tired from playing yesterday, Song Mian will definitely not take her out today, especially today is his birthday.

But they always had something to do, Yun Xiangxiang felt extremely excited at the thought of finishing a birthday cake with Song Mian.

Song Mian made a phone call, and soon Song Yao brought a few people and sent a bunch of materials, and there were various ovens installed in the house.

Seeing Song Yao passing him by, Yun Xiangxiang suddenly said, "Master, open your mouth, Song Yao will break his leg."

Inexplicably, Song Yao was stabbed in the heart, he gave Yun Xiangxiang a resentful look, and left silently.

The young master seldom tormented him like this, okay, the young lady is the chief culprit, and she even took pleasure in other's misfortunes, it's completely unconscionable.

"You like to bully him?" Song Mian naturally heard this sentence.

"I just think it's fun to tease him." Yun Xiangxiang didn't know why he had such a bad taste.

"Oh." Song Mian responded lightly, then turned around to prepare, "What shape cake do you want?"

"What do you think?" Yun Xiangxiang asked.

"Is the cloud in good shape?" Song Mian looked at her.

"Is it easy to do?" The common ones seem to be round, square, heart-shaped, and other shapes are rare.

"It's easy to do." After Song Mian answered, he started to do it.

When making it, tell Yun Xiangxiang in detail which materials are better and how to ensure that the cake embryo is soft and delicious.

Yun Xiangxiang basically handed over the ingredients, and it was Song Mian who did it. When the cake was baked, Song Mian started to whip the cream.

As for this job, Song Mian said from the side, let Yun Xiangxiang do it, and when the cream came out, Yun Xiangxiang could smell the fragrance.

I couldn't help but washed my hands, scraped a little and tasted it: "Well, it's delicious!"

Looking up at Song Mian's doting smile, she felt bad, touched a handful of cream and smeared it on Song Mian's face.

Song Mian's skill, how could Yun Xiangxiang succeed in a sneak attack? But he was willing to sacrifice himself to make her happy.

She didn't get angry when she was smeared on her face, and she also applied cream to her face with her backhand. The two adults turned into three-year-old children, chasing each other around the room with cream on.

In the end, the cream was of course useless, so Song Mian made it again and used it on the cake.

The cake is very simple. The cloud-shaped cake is evenly spread with white cream, with fine patterns drawn around it.

A golden crown was made of sugar on it, simple and beautiful, Yun Xiangxiang took a photo and sent it to Moments.

And sent an idea: I have a cake that I participated in making, is it pretty?

Many people cheered and said she was beautiful, Yunlin left a message: Sister, my birthday is coming, you can figure it out. [arrogant]

Yun Zhibin also came to leave a message: My daughter has never made a cake for me! [angry]

Li Xiangling also replied: Good sisters for so many years, I will choose for you which year to make cakes for me [smile]

All of a sudden she owed so much debt, Yun Xiangxiang replied in unison: Pretend to fail, I didn't do it.

Cry to death, the cake is not very difficult, it is easy to make the shape, but it is another matter to make it delicious and beautiful.

She doesn't want to learn, anyway, she has Song Mian in the future, so don't waste her time.

In the evening, Song Mian cooked a steak for the occasion in a foreign country, and they ate in the rest area outside the house.

There are candlelight, red wine, cakes, steaks, a sky full of stars, breeze and clouds, and a pool of moonlight.

"This red wine is delicious!" Yun Xiangxiang absolutely refused to admit that it was because of the addition of ice.

She doesn't know how to taste red wine at all, she is just a layman with no taste, but red wine is really delicious when served with ice.

"This is the largest grape producing area in the world." Song Mian did not think that Yun Xiangxiang was greedy for coldness, but explained to her instead.

"Not France?" France is famous for its wine, and there are wineries everywhere. Yun Xiangxiang always thought that the world's largest grape producing area was France.

"No." Song Mian handed the cut steak plate in front of Yun Xiangxiang, and then cut his own, "France's wine is the most famous, but many French wines are bottled and exported with the wine produced here .”

Yun Xiangxiang was very surprised. She thought that all the wines in France were produced in France, but she didn't expect that there was such an inside story.

"This is a rich place." Yun Xiangxiang was a little puzzled, "Where are those hungry black people with big heads and small bodies, staring blankly, and stretching out their hands?"

"It's the starving people in Africa, but in Northwest Africa, this is South Africa." Song Mian corrected, "South Africa has never been a country that needs relief."

"So that's how it is." Yun Xiangxiang realized how much she had been tortured, "Then it's also a fake that this place is called the City of Crime?"

"It's true." Song Mian nodded after taking a bite of the steak.

There are a lot of guns here and the crime rate is very high. The perpetrators are basically "floating populations" from other poor black countries around South Africa.

In particular, these people prefer to choose Chinese people who can't use credit cards and only carry cash, which makes Chinese people have a very bad impression of South Africa.

Walking on the road is likely to suddenly put a gun on the waist, and if there is a little resistance, the bullet will pass through the chest.

So it was impossible for Song Mian to let Yun Xiangxiang stay here and get out of his sight.