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Lu Zhou was walking down the stairs slowly when he saw Xie Songlin coming towards him. Xie Songlin was pushing a wooden cart with a huge wooden box on it that was particularly eye-catching. Everyone stared at it curiously, waiting for Xie Songlin to reveal the secret.

As soon as Xie Songlin saw Lu Zhou, he immediately greeted him warmly, "Qinghe, come and get your birthday cake."

"Cake?" Lu Zhou heard Xie Songlin's words and looked at the huge wooden box with surprise in his eyes. "It's this big?"

Xie Songlin proudly introduced: "Yes, this is made by my wife and daughter. It is a big gift from Ah Xing to you."

"My father is here." Xie Wanxing also heard the noise. She took Mrs. Lu out of the door and stood on the second-floor fence, looking down: "Brother, this is a big gift from me for you. Please open it and take a look."

Lu Zhou listened to Xie Wanxing's expectant words, his eyes fell on the huge wooden box again. He walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand and gently opened the lid of the wooden box. This box was made differently. Its bottom was fixed, while the sides and top were connected together. As soon as he opened it, a double-layer cake was revealed inside.

As the lid was opened, a sweet aroma wafted towards the face. The cake had a unique shape. The bottom layer was like solid land, painted in a light dark green. Going upwards, tall bamboos were carefully carved out of emerald green cream. Between these bamboos were small and exquisite pink flowers, on which was written Xie Wanxing's congratulatory poem.

Tao Bihua had come downstairs without her knowing when. Her mouth was watering as she looked at the sweet cake. She pointed at the cream-painted image of Lu Zhou on the top and said, "That's you on the cake, right?"

Lu Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Look at this, look at this expression! This is you!" Tao Bihua pointed at the cake and looked at his expression. "This little expression is exactly the same."

"This really does look like Qinghe. What kind of snack is this? You can actually draw on it? And even write poetry on it. This poem is interesting, but can this painting be eaten?"

"Of course it's edible. Brother, come and divide the cake." Xie Wanxing ran downstairs and found a ceramic cake knife that Xie Songlin had customized from under the cart. He handed it to Lu Zhou and straightened his expression. "I wish you a happy birthday, brother. May you always be happy and have more new things every year. I also hope that you will pass the high school entrance examination soon, get a good score on the list, and realize your ambitions. May your future be bright and promising."

"Good, good! Well said, sister!" Tao Bihua was the first to lead the applause, her hands clapping loudly. Then she said to Lu Zhou eagerly, "Give me a piece to try, Lu Qinghe! I'm dying of greed!"

"Yes, Brother Lu, please don't be reluctant and share it with everyone quickly." Another voice sounded, with a hint of ridicule and urging in the words. The person who spoke had a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on the huge double-layer cake.

"You've all been thinking about this great gift my sister gave me," Lu Zhou said helplessly, but his tone was filled with joy. He held the ceramic knife in his hand but didn't know where to start, as if he was considering where to cut without damaging this exquisite gift.

"Lu Qinghe! Stop looking at me like an idiot! You've made me so hungry!"

"Okay, okay, you're so greedy, just wait." Lu Zhou finally took up the knife and cut the edge of the bottom layer. The cake was cut open, revealing the plump fruit filling inside. The bright yellow color, plump and juicy, made people salivate. He cut a big piece in just a few strokes, and Manager Yang handed him a plate with a particularly considerate look.

Mrs. Lu had come downstairs without her knowing. She was looking at him with a smile. Lu Zhou quickly handed the first piece of cake to her: "Mother, please try it."

"What is this? It smells so good." Mrs. Lu reached out to take it. She was also a little curious and lowered her head slightly to look at it carefully.

Lu Zhou cut the second piece and gave it to Xie Wanxing: "Thank you for your hard work, sister. I like the gift you gave me very much."

Finally, it was Tao Bihua's turn to get the third piece. He had been eagerly looking at the cake in Lu Zhou's hand. He was so moved when he took the cake from Lu Zhou that he exclaimed loudly, "Good brother."

Tao Bihua showed a satisfied expression while eating. He liked sweet food, and this birthday cake was even more to his liking. The sweet cream was paired with the crispy and sweet peaches. One bite was full of soft and sweet taste in his mouth. The wonderful taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and he fell in love with this birthday cake instantly.

Lu Zhou was still dividing the cake. He became more and more skilled at cutting. Manager Yang helped him distribute a lot of cake. The people who received cakes savored this novel delicacy carefully and praised it highly.

Tao Bihua had already finished her cake and asked, "Boss Xie, do you sell this cake in your shop?"

Xie Songlin: "Mr. Tao, a birthday cake this big is custom-made, and it can only be eaten on the birthday. However, smaller cream cakes will start selling in my shop in the next two days."

When everyone heard the news, they all said that they must try the cakes when the store started selling them. Tao Bihua even ordered a few on the spot.

Lu Zhou divided the food into a large circle, and he couldn't divide it any more at the back, so he cut a large piece for himself and asked Lu Jia to cut the Q-version picture of himself on the second layer horizontally. He held the picture for a long time and couldn't bear to eat it.

Xie Wanxing: "Hurry up and eat, brother. I drew this. If you like it, I'll frame it for you someday."

Lu Zhou was very surprised: "You can also draw?"

"My dad taught me a little bit, and I learned some of it through practice." Xie Wanxing secretly thought to himself, "Oh no, how could I say it so easily?" Afraid that he would continue to ask, he could only perfunctorily say a few words and change the subject. "Brother, study hard tomorrow. Come back after school. I'll help you play with your mother."

He nodded and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, sister."

Lu Jia was still busy distributing the cake when he saw Miss Qingyue, dressed in an elegant long dress, coming in like a fairy. She sat on the wooden platform in the middle of the first floor, where her piano had been set up. She nodded slightly, her elegant posture was intoxicating, and as her fingers gently plucked the strings, melodious music flowed out slowly like running water.

This novel birthday cake set a good start, and the town’s famous music hall owner, Miss Qingyue, came to play new songs. The food at Zuiyue Tower was also the best in town. Lu Zhou’s birthday party was lively and excellent.

Shopkeeper Yang, who had a keen sense of smell, immediately smelled the business opportunity of the birthday cake. He pulled Xie Songlin aside and started to discuss the supply of milk tea cakes. As the weather was getting colder, the sales of sour plum soup had actually begun to decline, and now there was a new thing to make up for it.

However, milk tea and cakes will be Frappuccino's signature products in the future, and Xie Songlin really doesn't want other places to sell them as well. However, Manager Yang also helped a lot in the early stages of the business, so he couldn't refuse them all at once.

Xie Songlin looked at Shopkeeper Yang and said sincerely, "Boss Yang, it's not that I don't give you face. This cake will be my shop's signature product in the future, so I really can't supply you with it. But since you asked, I can spare some of this milk tea and send it to you every day."

Shopkeeper Yang had anticipated this, nodding slightly with an understanding look on his face. He'd expected milk tea to be available, and it was already a good thing. After all, they were all in business, and Xie Songlin's reluctance to supply was understandable. While Yang felt a tinge of regret, he was also content to still have milk tea available.