It's not like Miss Ji didn't join in making the cake. At least when it came to decorating the cake, Ji Nuan was "making suggestions".
However, Ji Nuan refused to be idle in the middle of the process and took the opportunity to smear a lot of cream and melted chocolate sauce on Mo Jingshen's body. The man's high-definition shirt was finally wrinkled by her, and a lot of cream stuck to his body. , mostly white, the same color as his shirt, and some other colors, which made him look even more embarrassed under his helpless expression.
I'm afraid that except for Ji Nuan who saw it with his own eyes, no one else could imagine that Mo Jingshen could one day be bullied to such an extent by a woman, but he didn't even dare to fight back.
"The ingredients for making cream and cake base here are very good, and the taste is sweet but not greasy." Ji Nuan licked the remaining cream on her fingers, and then joked to the man who was in a mess by her: "You are Have you been here before? Otherwise, how would you know that the homemade cakes here would be so delicious?"
"Didn't you insist on making cakes with me?" Mo Jingshen began to unbutton a few buttons on his shirt one by one: "If you don't find a restaurant that suits your taste in advance, I don't know how many thorns you will pick out with your temper. I."
"Do I look like someone who would make things difficult for you?"
Mo Jingshen had already unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt, but since this was still a production room and there were people passing by outside, it was inconvenient to take it off directly. He glanced at her and said, "What do you think?"
She looked at the beautiful shape of his collarbone exposed under his unbuttoned buttons, and the length of his arm exposed under the casually rolled up cuffs before. The hem of his shirt was also tied loosely around his waist by her before, but in Her eyes turned into a sexy curve.
Ah, what a handsome man.
Ji Nuan took advantage of the pastry chef to go out, wrapped her hands around his neck, and hung herself directly on him. Naturally, she was also covered in cream. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the face.
"When we were in T City, did you make all the twenty-one cakes with your own hands like this? But I wasted them all at that time, and you were so calm that you didn't say clearly that you made them all. "She looked at his narrowed eyes and regretted for her misbehavior: "But I still haven't learned how to make cakes today. My original plan to make thirty cakes for you when you are thirty is probably just a matter of time. If I can just put it aside like this, I might as well find another way."
She knew clearly that this little woman was deliberately being scheming, but she didn't plan to make any cake, but instead found a bunch of shameful reasons for herself.
Mo Jingshen's eyes darkened and he grabbed her waist with his backhand.
Ji Nuan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, continued to nag.
"Today's birthday is enough. It's not a child's, nor is it a special anniversary or year. Vacationing on this island with you is the best birthday gift for me. I won't care for anything else. No." In order to show that he was not actually that shameless, Ji Nuan added very considerately: "But to express your sincerity, you can... Hey, Mo Jingshen, please put me down!"
This man who was used to the world looked unfazed. He even used one hand to steady her waist, causing her to hurriedly climb onto him.
"To express your sincerity, you are not allowed to drive me to sleep on the sofa tonight, otherwise I will still be able to eat you even on the sofa."
His lips whispered an ambiguous voice in her ear, and the slight upward pitch in the final note was a tit-for-tat triumph and low smile.
"You know, when I don't plan to touch you, even if I sleep with you in my arms, the most I can do is put something good in my pants, and I will never touch you. But if you push me, I don't care whether you recover or not. Period, if it doesn’t work, I’ll take it easy, eh?”
Ji Nuan's face turned red when she heard him say that she had put something in her pants, and when she heard his next words, she buried her face in his neck.
Why was she so stupid and cute back then? You can ask this question.
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Diary of a Pastry Chef:
The legendary Mr. Mo specially brought his wife here to make cakes today to celebrate his beautiful wife’s birthday. We all rested in the store, leaving only me here to accompany the making.
Maybe it's not that difficult to make just one cake, otherwise why would Mr. Mo become more energetic the more he makes it
Later, I went to get something outside the door. When I came back, I saw that Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo's bodies were covered with cream, but the finished cake was not damaged. It seemed that the couple came with spare cream. A cream fight.
I don’t know if it’s because the weather on the island is too hot today and there are many mosquitoes. A few of them flew inside. Otherwise, why would there be several red things that look like mosquito bags on Mrs. Mo’s neck... In this production room The air conditioner is turned on moderately, and the hygiene is also very good. Not even a fly can fly in. Is it because the mosquitoes are too small that they fly in
In order to express our store's apology, I went upstairs and took out the special-effect mosquito repellent water I usually carry with me and dedicated it to Mrs. Mo. I also loudly expressed my sympathy for the hateful mosquito bag on her body and how I was able to fly into the production. When the mosquitoes in the room hate—
I just don't understand why Mrs. Mo suddenly glared at Mr. Mo with her face flushed.
When I turned around to look at Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo turned his back seriously and continued to decorate the birthday cake in front of him.
Alas? Maybe the cake is more important than the mosquito bag on Mrs. Mo
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Stayed on the island for another three days.
In the afternoon of the third day, since she was about to leave for the United States tomorrow, her second destination was New York, and she also wanted to go back to the place where she had studied in Los Angeles. After all, she had never been there the previous few times she returned to Los Angeles, so Ji Nuan I have been studying the specific route for the past few days in my room, where to go first, where to go, and where to go next.
In just a few days, they only occasionally ate a few large meals provided by the hotel, excluding raw and cold seafood. The rest of the time, he almost spent the rest of the time cooking in the kitchen of the suite himself, satisfying her cravings. Appetite, Ji Nuan has gained at least two pounds in the past few days.
Mo Jingshen was just answering a call from the company. She had nothing to do in the room. She simply got up and went downstairs to look at the iPad in her hand on the lounge chair next to the swimming pool. She was planning the route for the vacation and traveling, and at the same time, she was checking the places where she wanted to go. Local customs.
In fact, there is no need to check. After all, Mo Jingshen seems to be proficient in the languages of several major countries. There are branches of Shine Group almost everywhere. There are cars to pick up and drop off everywhere, and the best people will be arranged to accompany him. But Ji Nuan still wanted to be more free and make arrangements by himself.