You have loved me for thousands of years

Chapter 14 A War Over a Piece of Cake
As long as Yi Lin was at home, he would never appear in front of him, even if he was eating, he would not eat with him, because Yi Lin would have convulsions and beat him violently at any time.

He felt that he was a child who grew up secretly. It was a miracle that he could live to be eight years old under Yi Lin's violence. Suddenly, he thought of the boy named Mu. What would happen to him if it was him?Probably less than eight years old.

Yi Zheng was eating breakfast, thinking about something, and suddenly said, "Mom, I want money, so I can buy a notebook and a pen." His expression was a little unnatural.

Yu Man didn't notice it, and said with a smile, "Okay." Then he took 20 yuan from his pocket.

Yi Zheng took a look and said, "Not enough."

Mousse cake should be very expensive, 20 yuan should not be enough.

Yu Man froze for a moment, then took out another ten-yuan bill from his pocket.

Yi Zheng didn't say anything, he reached out to take it, put down his chopsticks, and went out like a gust of wind.

He has never bought a cake, and he doesn't know what the mousse cake looks like, whether it is big or small, whether it is in bulk or whole.

Walking through several streets and alleys, from morning to noon, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and finally he saw a cake shop with the word mousse written on the sign, this should be the mousse that little celery said in his mouth Cake it.

He was ecstatic in his heart, and ran over to wipe the sweat off his brow.

He walked into the store with 30 yuan in his pocket, and immediately a female salesperson came up to entertain him.

"Little boy, what do you need?" The waitress looked at his beautiful and delicate face with a soft and soft tone.This kind of cute and cute little boy is really overwhelming for middle-aged women. She thought how wonderful it would be if she had such a cute and beautiful son.

"Cake." Yi Zheng was expressionless, looking at the glass shelf with dark eyes, thinking about which kind of cake Xiao Qinqin would like to eat.

It was the first time for the waitress to see a boy buying a cake. Generally, boys don't like sweets. She asked, "Did you buy it for your mother?"

"No." He shook his head, still looking for a cake that Xiao Qinqin would like.

She is so beautiful and lovely, the cake she likes should be beautiful and lovely too.

"Is that what you eat?"

"No." Yi Zheng's tone became a little impatient, and his eyebrows were tightly condensed.

There are too many styles of cakes, in bulk, in bags, and birthday cakes.He is blinded.

The waitress also noticed that the little boy was a bit aloof, and she lost her temper after only asking a few words. She simply stopped talking and followed him to let him choose by himself.

Still, it's a cool look.

Suddenly his eyes stopped on a piece of bread, which was colorful like a rainbow belt, very beautiful. He remembered that Xiao Qinqin likes to draw, and she likes this kind of colorful things.

"I want this."

The waitress froze for a moment and said, "Okay."

This is bread, not the cake he said.

Of course, the customer is God. She didn't question the customer's words. She packed the bread and handed it to him, smiling, "Welcome little brother next time."

As soon as Yi Zheng left, the waitress hurriedly walked up to the sisters and said excitedly, "I just saw a handsome young man, he is really handsome, and he is also very cold."

The sisters glanced at her unhappily, and said with a smile, "Little handsome guy? How small is he? He must be only a few months old, hahaha."

"Looking at his height, he should be more than ten years old, but he is really handsome. Oh my god, I really can't bear those cold little eyes." The waitress hugged her head with a fascinated look.

"Are you crazy? You are also a nympho for a teenage boy. There is no way out!"

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Yi Zheng happily went back with the little cake. He didn't go home and went directly to the gate of Xiao Qinqin's house.

The iron gate of the yard was wide open, and Xiao Qinqin sat on the vine swing and swung alone, holding a big apple in her arms, and took a few bites.

Yi Zheng didn't go in, but stood on the road and waved to her, "Little Celery, I'll give you a cake." He raised the pink packaging bag in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, warm and bright like never before.

When he smiled, it was as if flowers were blooming all over the place. The vast sky, blue sky and white clouds were not as beautiful as his smile.

Xiao Qinqin was feeling bored, when she saw him, she immediately ran over with a smile on her face, and asked sweetly, "Brother Zheng, did you buy a cake?"

"Mousse cake, you like it." Yi Zheng couldn't wait to open it for her to see, hoping to see her dancing happily.

"Mousse cake, I like it, thank you Brother Zheng." Xiao Qinqin opened the beautiful packing box, and when she saw the cake inside, her little face immediately collapsed and asked, "Brother Zheng, what is this?" The mousse cake she ate looked different.

"Mousse cake." Yi Zheng pointed to the word "Mousse" on the packaging bag to show her.

Xiao Qinqin nodded her red lips with her little hand, and felt a little strange looking at those two words, as if they were different from the Mousse she knew.

"You bought bread, not cake." A clear and arrogant child's voice came from the side, and the two of them looked back, and saw Mu Cheng walking towards him carrying a very beautifully packaged small box.

He was wearing a little white dress today with a red bow tie, like a little prince attending a banquet, with an exquisite and beautiful face, a faint smile on his pretty lips, gentle and elegant.

Xiao Qinqin happily ran over and hugged the small box in his hand, "Wow, mousse cake, my favorite mousse cake." Her smiling eyes narrowed into crescents, she was really happy.

Yi Zheng froze on the spot, all the joy and excitement just now were swept away, and embarrassment and embarrassment came to his heart.

Look at the mousse cake in his hand, and then look at the mousse cake in his hand. Although he thinks his cake is very beautiful, it is unsightly compared with his. The packaging bag is not at the same level. For the same bowl of noodles, one bowl is made at a street stall, and the other bowl is made at a five-star restaurant.

Mu Cheng walked up to him step by step, with an arrogant expression and a mocking tone, "You can't even tell the difference between bread and cake."

Yi Zheng's complexion was a little pale, and he suddenly remembered the astonished expression of the waitress when he said he was packing this cake. It turned out that he had made a mistake. He had never eaten cakes and rarely ate bread, so how could he know the difference between them.

Xiao Qinqin had already opened the package of the mousse cake, picked up a small spoon and ate it, her mouth was full of cream, but she was smiling happily.

Mu Cheng took the unpacked bread in his hand and looked at it with disgust.

"Not only do you not know cakes, you also don't know how to read. This mousse bread can be seen everywhere on the street. It costs ten yuan a piece. The mousse cakes I bought are limited to five per day. They are made by the world-renowned cake maker KT. Each 1 Wan Wan, which one do you think Xiaoqin would like to eat?" With a wave of her hand, the bread in her hand fell into the trash can, which immediately attracted countless flies to bite.

(End of this chapter)