The king of rebirth meets his ex-husband

Chapter 8 Didn't Appear
Saying this in his mouth, the body sitting on the small chair did not move.Aoba is indeed a little tired these days because of this child, and Xiaozhi must also be reluctant.

Xiao Zhi was silent for a while, "No, let Aunt Qing sleep first." He knew very well that Aunt Qing was very busy these days because of his birthday party.

"Good boy." Dean Qiushan walked to Xiaozhi's side, reached out and stroked Xiaozhi's head affectionately, "At dinner time, we will invite your Aunt Qing to celebrate with you."

Xiaozhi can be said to be the oldest and sensible child among these children, and he can take the initiative to understand many things.

"Look, this is the birthday hat that your aunt Qing made for you!" Dean Qiushan took the birthday hat on the table, the golden stickers were very dazzling.

"Let me take a look first." Before Xiaozhi's hand touched the brim of the hat, the quick-handed Xiaomei snatched it away.

"It's so beautiful!" Xiaomei couldn't put it down looking at the photo of Aunt Qing and Xiaozhi posted on it, and kept admiring, "When I celebrate my birthday, I will also ask Aunt Qing to take a group photo for me and post it on the on the hat."

"I want to see too."

The crowd flocked up.

It wasn't until more than a dozen children played with it that the hat returned to Xiao Zhi's hand.

Holding the hat that everyone envied, Xiao Zhi's disappointment because of Aunt Qing's absence also faded a lot.

"Okay, let's sit down." Dean Qiushan directed the nursery staff to pull out the chairs, and pressed the excited little jumping beans to sit on their respective small chairs.

"After putting on the hat, we will sing the birthday song." Dean Akiyama signaled Tezuka, who was sitting next to Xiaozhi, to help Xiaozhi put on the hat with his eyes, and then directed his wife opposite to turn off the lights.

Grandpa Qiushan nodded in understanding, got up and walked to the switch to stand still.

"Turn off the lights—" After reminding everyone to pay attention, Grandpa Qiushan reached out and turned off the lights in the restaurant.

The room suddenly darkened, only the candles on the table gave off a faint but warm light.

"Happy birthday to you," Dean Akiyama raised his head gently, "Get ready—"

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Everyone clapped their hands together and sang a happy birthday song for Xiaozhi.

The warm and happy atmosphere infected Tezuka Kunimitsu, who has always been rigorous, and he also sang together, his voice was low, and there seemed to be a little smile.

"Happy birthday, Xiao-zhi-sheng-day-fast-joy-"

The voice of blessing was intentionally prolonged by everyone for a long time...

Xiao Zhi clasped his hands silently, and blew out the candles one by one after making a birthday wish.

At the same time, Grandpa Akiyama turned on the light and sat back.

"Grandpa Qiushan, can we cut the cake?" Xiaomei finally waited for the most anticipated moment, and jumped up impatiently as soon as the lights came on.

"Then ask our little birthday star if it's okay." Grandpa Qiu Shan smiled and looked at the opposite side, Xiao Zhi was obviously fascinated by the beautiful appearance of the cake.

Xiao Zhi stared intently at the perfectly shaped cake in front of him, so beautiful, he was reluctant to cut it... But, smelling the tempting fragrance, he really wanted to taste the cake Aunt Qing baked for him... Finally After a fierce ideological struggle, he nodded heavily, "Well, okay."

"Cut the cake." This time, not only Xiaomei, but also five other winning children ran over.

"Be careful." Grandpa Qiushan hurriedly stood up to control the order, "Don't worry, don't worry, one person cuts, one person cuts..."

However, the little jumping beans are so good at jumping, they are all out of control one by one.Fortunately, the knife is made of plastic, so there is no danger.

Grandpa Qiushan wiped the sweat off his brow silently, and looked at the shapeless cake on the table with a smile.Poor Aoba made a cake for an hour...

"It's delicious." The children who ate the cake did not forget to give a first-class evaluation.

"This is definitely the most, most, most delicious cake I have ever eaten." Another child shouted not to be outdone.

Tezuka Kunimitsu stared at the cake that Xiaozhi sent in front of him, Mosi had no motivation to remain calm.

He really doesn't like sweets, especially cakes that are too sweet.

It's just that Xiao Zhi's eyes sparkled with anticipation...

That's it.

Tezuka took a deep breath, gently picked up the fork, carefully took a small piece of cake with less cream, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

I made up my mind to pay attention, as long as I swallowed it without chewing, it shouldn't be so difficult to accept.

Huh?This is……

A wisp of fresh and elegant tea fragrance curved down his throat, easily defeating his vigilance.

Tezuka Kunimitsu involuntarily stretched out his left hand to take another piece of cake, also carefully avoiding the cream on top, and slowly put it into his mouth, but this time he did not rush to swallow it, but savored it carefully: the entrance is warm and moist Peaceful, sweet and not greasy; after chewing lightly, there is a hint of tea fragrance wafting out; swallowing the cake little by little, the tea fragrance stands out even more, and the faint aftertaste lingers in the mouth for a long time...

Tezuka Kunimitsu couldn't even control his left hand that kept taking the cake.

"It's delicious, Brother Tezuka?" Xiaozhi's eyes were dumbfounded by the elegant and continuous eating movements, Brother Tezuka is so handsome even eating. "Aunt Qing's craftsmanship is the best!"

"Well, very good." Kunimitsu Tezuka rarely gave a subjective evaluation.

The amount of flour and matcha is just right, and with all kinds of pulp mixed inside, this cake gets [-] points out of [-] lost due to cream.

Trust that others feel the same way.

"Uh." Grandma Harada, the caregiver, let out a loud belch before continuing, "Aoba's cake baking skills have improved again."

"Yes, look at the appearance and taste the taste. If Aoba can cook every day, we will be blessed." The childcare worker, Grandma Hayakawa, also nodded in approval.

"Tell me, this child is so painful, why doesn't God know how to be merciful?" Thinking of Koizumi Aoba's life experience, the childcare worker, Grandma Changgu, shook her head and sighed, "God has no eyes..."

(End of this chapter)