Night fell, and a full moon hung high in the inky-blue sky. Its reflection shimmered on the calm sea, as though the moonlit water had been strewn with stars.
A large, luxurious yacht floated on the sea beneath the night sky, ablaze with lights.
Fu Yanli looked at the cake Jiang Xun brought over and fell briefly silent. He genuinely could not tell what shape it was supposed to be.
The cream on the surface was a complete mess. Something had been added to the cream used for the piping, turning it yellow, and its shape looked particularly like a pile of...
On top of that, nearly half the cake had collapsed, as though it had suffered a landslide. It was painful to look at.
The pastry chef stood beside them with his hands tucked together, his forced smile making him look as though he had swallowed a live fly.
Jiang Xun, however, remained full of enthusiasm. He carefully placed the cake on the table in front of Fu Yanli and lifted his chin, immensely proud. "I made this for you myself, so you're not allowed to turn your nose up at it!"
He really had put his heart into it. Unfortunately, his hands had refused to cooperate.
Oh, just make do. As long as it's edible.
Fu Yanli's expression remained unchanged, without a hint of distaste on his flawlessly handsome face.
He studied the cake before him for a good while, a measure of appreciation entering his calm eyes. His voice was gentle and sincere. "It looks lovely. I like it."
"Xiao Xun, thank you for all your hard work."
Making a cake turn out like this was no easy feat, either.
Jiang Xun raised a hand and patted Fu Yanli's shoulder. "You're welcome. It's what I should do.