Chapter 45: Forty-five: Offering flowers

. Good things don’t work, but bad things do. The next day when Chen Yun woke up, she felt a stuffy nose and sore throat.

She is a boss who is responsible to her customers, so she had to "skip work" to take care of the baby.

Song Fenglin went to work at the coffee shop as an exchange player and entered the baking room under Xiaoxiao's incredulous look.

As soon as the door was closed, he felt guilty.

After all, there is only one kind of dessert he can make, which he learned when the store just opened. Now he is not very good at it and can only copy the tutorial.

It’s not enough to just watch, someone needs to provide remote guidance.

Chen Yun had just sent her son to the painting class when she saw a screen full of unread messages and quickly clicked on the reply.

Song Fenglin didn't have time to type, so he just made a video call after a while.

He placed his phone on a stand on the table, with the lens pointing upwards just above his jawline.

His face has clearly looked thinner recently, and from this angle you can't really make out the angularity of his features.

Chen Yun thought that she would never let herself appear in front of the camera like this, and said, "Face the oven, there is new wax paper in the upper cabinet on the left hand side."

There was a lot of clanging and banging on Song Fenglin's side, and I thought the kitchen was burning up.

His voice came out from the gap: "Wait a moment."

Even though his expression didn't change, you could see that he was in a mess.

Chen Yun said with a smile: "If it really doesn't work, forget it. We can do without cake today."

The word "no" is a declaration of war to men in any situation.

Song Fenglin said firmly: "I can do it."

Chen Yun didn't want to undermine his self-confidence any further. She thought that if he did not do well, she could handle it internally, so she sent a message to Xiaoxiao to say hello first.

Xiaoxiao: [Should I tell the truth when I give my evaluation later? [Advice is unpleasant to the ear, sister]

Chen Yun: [He is not a petty person]

Xiaoxiao whispered quietly: Then let's get the score with whoever it is.

She felt that from a polite social standpoint, it would be better to say less hurtful words and start choosing words in advance.

Song Fenglin was unaware that someone was waiting for his failure outside and was busy doing his own thing.

He carefully examined the ingredients in front of him, recalling the fear that dominated him in the chemistry experiment class many years ago.

Chen Yun watched him through the screen, not moving for a long time, and pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

In silence, she rested her chin on her hand, her eyes wandering aimlessly.

Song Fenglin went through the process in his mind and fixed his eyes on the screen: "I'm starting."

His serious expression attracted Chen Yun's attention.

Her pupils seemed to sparkle because of her attention, and even her smile became sweet: "Come on."

Song Fenglin felt even more pressured.

He thought it was just a cake, why make such a big fuss? Unfortunately, it was too late to regret now. He could only clench his fist secretly and crack three eggs into the bowl with one hand.

He was quite handsome. Chen Yun clapped her hands: "Great."

She was waiting for her children to finish class in the institution. From an unsealed classroom, she heard the teacher's drawn-out voice: "Tongtong is great. The teacher wants to reward you."

The two sentences almost overlapped, making Chen Yun seem insincere.

She scratched her face awkwardly, and tried to open her eyes as innocently as possible, thinking of the heroines in idol dramas she had seen before.

Song Fenglin's mind moved: "Will I get a reward?"

Chen Yun: "Of course."

She wanted to add "buy you a gift", but Song Fenglin said: "Then let me choose?"

His eyes were burning, and Chen Yun was inexplicably nervous and nodded slowly.

Song Fenglin could see her hidden hesitation and warned her: "It won't be very expensive."

A gift with a clearly marked price wouldn't make people feel nervous.

Chen Yun: “Something expensive is fine.”

Song Fenglin actually doesn’t have much pursuit in material things, and he wanted a gift on a whim.

He just smiled and said nothing, more out of a desire to be spent time with others.

Chen Yun also fell silent.

She was still on the screen, her eyes wandering everywhere, watching the two children's every move through the half-open glass window, her two eyes seemed to be looking in two directions at the same time.

A person can only get so much attention, and Song Fenglin has become accustomed to not being the first in her world.

He had known this when he got married, but now he still greedily wanted to have her all to himself. He thought that human greed is true, and he sighed inaudibly.

Of course Chen Yun didn't hear it.

It was just the time for her daughter to get out of class, and Chen Xingyue rushed to her mother: "Mom, mom, mom! Can I have some juice today?"

The little girl came at her like a cannonball, and Chen Yun couldn't bear the force and leaned back, hitting her elbow against the wall.

She said, "Xingxing, can you be a little more polite?"

Chen Xingyue rubbed against her mother's arms like a dog wagging its tail: "I'm so thirsty now."

Chen Yun covered the mask more tightly and pulled it away from her daughter: "Then drink more water."

Water did not have much appeal to children, and Chen Xingyue pouted.

She knew it was useless to act coquettishly, so she turned her head and saw her father on the screen and became very excited: "Dad, dad, dad, dad! Can I have some juice today?"

Even without the headphones, they couldn't block the transmission of her sound waves.

However, there was quite a bit of movement from Song Fenglin's side, and only muttered voices could be heard.

He: "Xingxing, is class over?"

Chen Xingyue was holding the phone and chattering, her face almost pressed against the screen. She thought she hadn't seen her father for a century.

Song Fenglin thought she was cute no matter how he looked at her, and he was too picky and added too much cream.

His expression froze, and several remedial measures flashed through his mind. He said a few more words and hung up the phone.

In the end, it was nothing more than adding more water than flour and more flour than water, and the result was just two 12-inch cakes.

Xiaoxiao didn't dare come in to ask how things were going all morning, and her eyes widened when she saw the finished product.

She had no confidence in the man's ability to make desserts, but she had the heart of a diligent worker, and was thinking about how to politely refuse to put the two cakes on the shelves after tasting them.

Song Fenglin was also in a state of anxiety.

He had no filter for himself, but considering that taste was a very personal matter: "Cut a piece and try it."

Xiaoxiao only dared to cut a small corner.

She thought that when she joined the job, she was not told that this job would cost her life, so she showed a fearless attitude and scooped out a spoonful of rice-sized liquid.

Although I couldn't taste it, it didn't seem like poison.

Xiaoxiao took another bite and said what was in her mind: "You can really eat."

If Song Fenglin had stopped going to school early like her peers in her hometown, the children she had would probably be as old as her.

As an elder, he didn't think this was an offense and took out a take-away box: "That's good."

Xiaoxiao: "Send it to Sister Yun?"

Song Fenglin hummed and bent down to make the cut surface of the cake smoother.

He seemed to be displaying a work of art, and his movements were so careful that he couldn't even kill an ant.

Xiaoxiao was so shocked that she quickly took a photo to show her boss: [This is how you would present a birthday gift to the emperor.]

Her studies weren't very good, but she did have a good grasp of various metaphors.

Chen Yun was still waiting for her child to get home from school. She sent her an emoticon saying "work hard" while placing an order for lunch ingredients.

Before I decided what vegetables to buy, Song Fenglin's message popped up.

[The cake is ready, Xiaoxiao said it can be sold. 】

【Do you want to eat? I ordered a flash delivery. 】

【Children can also eat some. 】

Chen Yun:【Put it in the refrigerator first, and pick it up on the way home later】

Song Fenglin:【We have to walk one more intersection, it’s quite hot today. 】

Chen Yun: [The leader is here to inspect, don’t say too much, just do a good job of reception.]

Song Fenglin could imagine her expression when she typed this sentence. He rarely understood this kind of humor. He replied: [Got it, please rest assured, leader.]

Chen Yun was indeed very relieved.

Now she only needs to worry about what to eat for lunch and pay the bill after fully consulting her children's opinions.

Chen Xingyue and Chen Xinyang were in the classroom all morning, and they screamed like vampires when they came into the sun.

They both thought that if they ran faster they would get less sunburned, so they left their mother behind and ran into the coffee shop with ease.

Chen Yun followed closely, only two steps behind, which was just enough time for Song Fenglin to hug both children equally, and said leisurely: "It is an honor for our humble home to have the leader here."

Chen Yun: "Where is the humble home you said?"

Song Fenglin was speechless for a moment.

He had used up all his emotional intelligence just now, and his face showed the familiar look of helplessness.

Chen Yun pinched his arm lightly: "Why didn't you prepare a banner for the leader?"

Song Fenglin: "Prepare it next time."

Chen Yun was afraid of his personality of taking casual words seriously, and hurriedly said: "No, I'm afraid of social demise."

Song Fenglin retracted the thought and hooked her little finger: "You come here."

Children should not interfere when adults are talking.

Xiaoxiao quickly coaxed the children and showed a subtle smile.

Chen Yun looked back and immediately pretended to look at the ceiling, which made people a little confused.

Song Fenglin didn't know that someone had prepared him for the situation in advance. He pushed open the door of the bakery and stepped to the right to make way.

Two people standing side by side in the small space seemed extremely cramped.

Chen Yun simply half-sat on the table and pulled his arm for leverage: "What's wrong?"

Song Fenglin supported her with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to take something from the cabinet above, while his mouth was not idle: "I wanted to leave it outside for you, but I'm a little embarrassed."

As he spoke, he took out a bouquet of flowers.

The pose is indeed not very beautiful, but fortunately the flowers are really beautiful.

But he is a bit rigid about some things, and he would never think of sending flowers except on holidays like Valentine's Day.

Chen Yun was surprised: "Why did you suddenly think of buying flowers?"

Song Fenglin: "Don't we have to give flowers when welcoming leaders?"

He thought his trick was very clever and should be able to make people happy.

Chen Yun was indeed happy.

But the romance of Lily and Platycodon was torn apart by the word "offer".

She couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand: "You make a lot of sense."

Song Fenglin looked at her expression: "If you don't like it, I'll buy something else next time."

He needed a lot of confirmation as feedback, and always suspected that most things in the world were just about face.

But this demand is a kind of blackmail to the other half in this intimate relationship. Chen Yun is only willing to prove repeatedly when she is in a particularly good mood: "I like it very much."

Over and over again.

Only then did Song Fenglin take it as a sincere gesture and keep it safely.