ng!"Awake"Her series of small movements also woke Feng Mu, who was sleeping. He opened his drowsy eyelids, his sharp eyes meeting hers."Hmm..." Menglan responded.This sudden turn of events left her un...Many times, Menglan worried that her son might be affected in his growth and development because of too much pressure.

So... she couldn't just let her son continue like this.

Thinking of this, Meng Lan picked up Liu Niancheng's small face. "My precious son, I remember you used to love the little cakes Mommy baked the most. Why don't you help me out and we make them again, okay"

"Sounds good!" Liu Niancheng nodded vigorously. "I'll go wash my hands and help Mommy."

Saying that, he placed the small backpack on the sofa and ran away as fast as he could.

Meng Lan gazed at his joyful back, a hint of satisfaction appearing in her eyes, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

Feng Mu stood behind her, “Only your appearance would make him this happy.”

Meng Lan's eyes flickered slightly, "In the future, I will make more time to accompany him. Nian Cheng, even if he is mature, is just a child. His short childhood shouldn't be burdened with so much unhappiness."

"It's good that you have this idea."

Meng Lan took a deep breath, she was about to leave the room, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at Feng Mu, "Are you busy If you're not busy, would you like to go downstairs with me to make a cake I think if we both accompany Nian Cheng, he'll be happier."

"Not busy."

Feng Mu answered very succinctly and followed her down the stairs.

……

Let's get this done. The housekeeper had prepared all the ingredients and provided them with ample modeling tools, along with aprons and such.

Meng Lan reminded Liu Niancheng, who was wearing an apron and sleeves, in a soft voice.

"Alright, now we're officially starting to make the cake. The first step is kneading the dough. I'll demonstrate first, and you can follow along."

Saying that, she took a spoonful of flour from the bowl and put it on the cutting board. Then she added water and started kneading it.

Soon, a finished dough was kneaded.

"Okay, I'm done now. You all saw it, right You can learn from my method." Menglan reminded with a smile, showing them the dough in her hands.

"Okay, Mommy!" Liu Niancheng nodded excitedly.

"That's great, son." Menglan smiled.

Then, she turned her gaze to Feng Mu, "What about you"

Feng Mu's face wasn't looking too good. He stared intently at the dough in Meng Lan's hand, studying it seriously for a while before finally speaking, "Well, let me try."

"...Menglan blushed."

It seems bottomless.

Feng Mu also picked up a small bowl and scooped flour onto the cutting board. But when he added water, he couldn't control the amount at all. Sometimes he added too much, sometimes too little. He just didn't understand.

After fiddling for about ten minutes, Feng Mu not only failed to knead a complete dough but also ended up with flour all over his face and body, looking quite pitiful.

Mulan was speechless, so she simply took over, "Let me handle the dough. You can learn from me."

Even Liu Niancheng looked at him with disdain, "You're so stupid!"

Feng Mu's face was as dark as thunder, his eyes filled with suppressed irritability. "You will"

"Of course I can!" Liu Niancheng proudly held up the small dough ball he had kneaded, his eyes brimming with excitement. "Look, I did a good job, right"

Meng Lan turned her head and glanced at him, “Not bad, son, you’re really good.”

Liu Niancheng's smile grew wider, and he even gave Feng Mu a smug look as if showing off his abilities.

Feng Mu's brows were slightly raised, gritting his teeth he said, "Continue!"

He wouldn't believe it. He could actually lose to a little brat

Dream Lan helplessly watched the argument between the father and son, letting out a soft sigh. “Well then,” she said, “let’s just move on to the next stage and press the cookie molds.”

Saying that, she picked up a piece of dough. Her slender fingers kneaded it casually for a few times, and then molded it into a small white rabbit shape. She smiled and asked them, "See, it's that simple, have you learned"

"Hmm!" Liu Niancheng happily agreed, "I learned this in my art class, I can do it."

As a nearly clueless cook, Feng Mu couldn't help but jump at the sight of that white rabbit cookie.

Simply

Tell him where it's simple!

Since Feng Mu had already agreed to participate in making cookies, he couldn't go back on his word now. He could only pick up the dough and try his best to learn how to make them.

He originally wanted to make a bear-shaped cookie, but after kneading it for a long time, he ended up making something that looked like a monster.

"Wow, what are you doing Making trouble with the dough isn't a good thing, you know." Liu Niancheng couldn't help but lean forward. When he saw the dough Feng Mu had made in his hands, his eyes were full of disdain.

" ... "

Feng Mu's brow jumped heavily, his eyes darkened as he looked at Liu Niancheng, "You little brat, don't forget who your father is, you are not allowed to be disrespectful!"

Liu Niancheng wasn't afraid of him at all, he scoffed, "Cut it out, I'm just stating the facts. Your ability to fight is truly pathetic. Luckily, I'm not like you."

"…" Feng Mu's face darkened even further.

If he wasn't his own son, he would have already pounced on him and given him a good beating.

"Cough!" In the end, it was Menglan who took the initiative to step forward, breaking the silence. "Niancheng, you can't speak to your father like that."

To appease Feng Mu's pride, she even leaned forward and stared at the cookies he had kneaded for a long time, her face showing a conflicted expression.

"See, isn't this pretty good Um... this pile of poop is actually quite well-made."

Feng Mu, “......”

Feng Mu cast a resentful glance at Meng Lan, his voice low and serious, "I'm holding a teddy bear."

"...." Meng Lan raised her hand to cover her forehead, wishing she could find a hole in the ground to burrow into.

It's almost refreshing her perception. This doesn't look like a bear at all!

To call him ** would be an insult to **.

"Haha, Xiao Xiong, that's so funny!" Liu Niancheng laughed heartily.

And Menglan could have held back her smile, but the more she looked at Feng Mu's poorly made biscuits, the funnier they seemed to her. She bit her lip, but in the end, she couldn't help but let out a "poof" and laugh.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. But I think you did a good job." Menglan apologized to him, but she couldn't control herself, her laughter getting louder and louder.

This was the first time she had ever seen anyone able to mold a teddy bear into such a shape!

Don't look at Feng Mu, who usually seems capable of holding up the sky with one hand, but when it comes to cooking, he's clueless!

Feng Mu's face was gloomy. Originally, his heart was filled with frustration and irritability, but when he saw Meng Lan and his son's smiles, his mood improved considerably, a hint of helplessness playing at the corners of his lips.his forehead because of the pain.For some unknown reason, when she heard his voice, Meng Lan's heart ached as if it were being pierced by a needle, tears streaming down her cheeks."Doctor, doctor!"Dre...