Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

"Do we have to compete?"

"Ok!"

"What do you think I can give him when he is so far away from me?" I looked at him leisurely.

"You can't just make a bunch of heart-shaped cookies for him, right?" There were a lot of dessert molds and raw materials I bought in the kitchen. Mu Zijin could see it and guess it.

"Well, I'm a master of balancing things, and also an ordinary dessert wholesaler." Since freshly made cakes can't be sent over, I'll make something that's easy to store, such as cookies or snowflake crisps.

"That's great, his can be kept for a long time."

???

May I ask?

"How about you go to Beijing now and bring Chen Jingxing over?"

"Or maybe I'll give the same thing to everyone on your birthday from now on?"

Mu Zijin pursed her lips, stretched out one arm in front of me, and pointed at her left wrist: "Here, it's empty, there's something missing."

"Turn left into my workshop and choose the beads to string yourself." After competing with Chen Jingxing, he now competed with Song Chenyang. Did he have to have that bracelet? !

"That's meaningless. I want you to design and string it yourself."

"Is the cake I made myself meaningless?"

"I'm greedy and want more."

"What if I don't give it?"

"Then I'll eat the cake." Mu Zijin felt a little aggrieved, her eyelashes drooping as she scooped out a tiny corner of the cake. A hint of surprise in the corner of her eyes inadvertently revealed, "It's delicious! This is the most delicious dessert I've ever eaten!"

Although the praise was a bit exaggerated, I was still very happy. Xiaowan and Zhuizhui's expressions were the most wonderful ones in the world.

"Ah Lin, if you open a dessert shop, I will definitely go there for eight meals a day!" Zhui Zhui looked drunk, "I have eaten a lot of delicious desserts, including those at the Michelin Black Pearl level. They are delicious, but they are all showy. Ah Lin's desserts are full of love, not for the person, but for the dessert. You really respect every raw material! I can feel the emotion when eating... I am so touched!"

It's a shame that "Chef Contest" didn't invite Zhui Zhui to be a judge...

Mu Zijin brought the fruit wine brewed by Aunt Sang, which tasted sweet, mellow, soft and long-lasting, except... it had a strong aftertaste.

Xiaowan and Zhuizhui are cousins ​​indeed. They are in exactly the same state when drunk, spinning and jumping. In this state they can perform a complete singing and dancing performance.

I didn't drink much and I still seriously underestimated the aftereffects of the alcohol. My fingertips felt vaguely tingling, the sounds around me were distant and near, the laughter was as soft as silk soaked in water, and when I looked up, even the chandelier was shaking and flashing in the beat.

The sofa beside him sank, "Mu Zijin, if you take advantage of me, I will hate you."

He trapped me in the corner of the sofa. I wanted to get up and leave, but my reason could not resist the effect of the alcohol and I fell back.

Mu Zijin didn't say anything, but leaned his head gently on my shoulder, obedient like a big dog who only relies on its owner. Almost all of his body weight was on me, and I couldn't move. I could only use the armrest and backrest of the sofa for support.

Xiaowan's noisy pursuit and Mu Zijin's quietness formed a sharp contrast.

When a message from Chen Jingxing popped up on WeChat, his anger had long since subsided and he added him back. A dozen emoticons showed his joy: "Ah Lin, these are the most delicious cookies I have ever eaten. Even if you are not by my side, this is still my happiest birthday. Love you!"

"Ah Lin..." The drunk Mu Zijin also murmured softly, "Having you and my sister, this is the happiest birthday of my life."

They are all easy to coax and the identification is completed.

“I hope you’ll be with me on every birthday from now on.”

The rivals seemed to have a tacit understanding, and the message sent by Chen Jingxing was exactly the same as what Mu Zijin said.