Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 97 Even Uglier Than Last Week's Look
Recalling his own embarrassment last week, his thin lips moved slightly, and his tone contained a little bit of disgust: "Ah, why did you buy cakes again?"

Having said that, his body walked towards Atobe Hatsue very honestly.

After carefully looking at the appearance of the cake, his handsome face showed disgust: "It looks even uglier than last week."

Just as he was about to explain that this was the first statement made by himself, his face darkened in an instant: "I didn't let you eat it."

She tried to make these cakes, mainly because she wanted to taste how they tasted, so naturally she didn't care too much about the appearance.

Glaring at Keigo Atobe, she was about to turn around and leave, but Keigo Atobe stretched out his hand first and took the cake and the only spoon: "For the sake of your hard work, I will reluctantly take a bite."

A certain uncle firmly refused to admit that he was greedy, and he missed the taste of the cake before.

Atobe's first words: "..."

Seeing a duplicity person unceremoniously dig a large spoonful of cream and stuff it into his mouth, Atobe Chuyan didn't have time to pay attention to his words, and asked, "How does it taste?"

When making cakes, she habitually puts sugar according to Keigo Atobe's taste, so it shouldn't be too greasy.

The slightly sweet cream melts in the mouth, and the light fragrance of cherry blossoms spreads quickly in the taste buds.

Keigo Atobe's dark blue eyes brightened up, "Is this shop changing pastry chef?"

The taste was even better than last week's, and it was more to his taste.

Seeing his reaction, Atobe Chuyan knew that he had succeeded: "I did this."

Someone froze for a moment, glanced back and forth between the cake and the person several times with obvious disbelief, and finally stuffed the cake back blankly: "No wonder it looks so ugly and tastes terrible."

!!!

Why is this not gorgeous woman able to make such a delicious cake? It's so maddening!

Atobe's first words: "..."

Glancing at Keigo Atobe, she uncharacteristically did not speak harshly to him: "If you like to eat or not, return the spoon to me."

After Atobe Keigo put the spoon back as she said, she turned around and walked towards the living room without hesitation.

Keigo Atobe, who thought she would force himself to eat like last week, was a little dumbfounded.

Without even thinking about it, I followed quickly.

Jianjibu Chuyan sat down on the sofa, picked up a spoon and another small bowl, and slowly dug a spoonful of the cake into his mouth. He pretended not to care, and sat down next to him.

The tennis bag was taken down and the zipper opened, taking things out of it non-stop, making all kinds of noises.

According to Atobe Chuyan's usual temperament, he should have been annoyed to diss him long ago.

But at this moment, she didn't react at all.

After finishing a bowl of cake quickly, I picked up the second bowl as if I was not afraid of getting fat.

In the huge living room, there is already a faint fragrance of milk and cherry blossoms.

Atobe Keigo smelled the aroma, and felt the glutton in his stomach agitated.

I want to eat it, but because of what I just said, I can't wipe it off.

Wanting to be tougher, he got up and left, but after recollecting the taste of the cream, he couldn't move his legs again.

Just as he was struggling, a "grunt" sound came clearly from his stomach.

For a moment, apart from the aroma of food, there was embarrassment in the air.

Ever since Atobe Keigo followed in, Atobe Chuyan has been holding back his laughter.

(End of this chapter)