The cake was the simplest kind of fruit-and-cream cake.
Even so, Su Xiajing put two hundred percent of her effort into it.
It had been so long since she last made one that she was a little rusty.
Besides, the children were all watching. She absolutely could not embarrass herself.
A few minutes later, she piped the final flourish of cream, and the cake was finally finished.
"Done."
Su Xiajing straightened up and stepped back a little to examine it carefully. "It looks... pretty good."
"It looks amazing!"
Tang Xingya had already taken out her phone to snap pictures. "This is my first time watching someone make a cake in person. I didn't realize it was this hard!"
"My mom made a cake before, but it collapsed."
Tang Youzhen blurted it out, selling his own mother out without a second thought.
Su Xiajing: "..."
The children were so sweet. They could praise such a simple, ordinary cake with so much genuine enthusiasm.
But Xiao Zhen, you don't have to drag your mother into this to comfort me.
"Aunt Su, could you move over a little? I want to get a shot from the front."
Holding up her phone, Tang Yiyi looked up at Su Xiajing expectantly.
"Oh, sure."
Su Xiajing stepped back a little farther, making room for the children.
"I want pictures too! Me too!"
Xiao Xiang raised his phone and joined them.
Su Xiajing looked down at Tang Tang beside her. "Aren't you going to take pictures, Tangtang?"
Tang Tang glanced at her older brothers and sisters, who were crowded around the cake taking pictures from every angle, then sighed and shook her head. "No."
"It's a cake we made at home. It's not going anywhere. Can't they take turns taking pictures? Why do they all have to