"I know. I couldn't be there for your past birthdays, but from now on, I'll spend them with you. And this cake is the first I'll give you, eventually there'll be a second, a third...seventy, eighty more."
Ye Anqi ignored his words, "All sliced. What else do you need me to do?"
"What kind of design do you want?"
"Whatever."
"Then just casually pick one." Timothy insisted on getting an answer.
Ye Anqi glanced at the broccoli beside them and pointed, "That one."
Timothy looked over and hesitated, "You really just go with anything."
How is he supposed to make a cake that looks like broccoli?
Ye Anqi raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say 'whatever'?"
Timothy chuckled indulgently, "Alright, broccoli it is."
"I'll head out if there's nothing else."
"My back's a bit stiff, can you give me a massage?"
"..." Ye Anqi crossed her arms, "Sure, but today I want a straight answer—when will you let me see Ya Shitian?"
