The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1258: The Little Shell Cakes Are Burnt

Zhuge Xunming turned over, facing away from them, ”If you don’t want to eat, then don’t. I don’t want to eat it either!”

They all seemed unreliable; who knows if what they make will be edible? It might even upset the stomach!

The four little ones went back to the kitchen to continue working on their cake.

Tom: ”Just bake it in two portions, no need to make small cakes. A big piece that can be broken apart is fine.”

Li Dahe nodded: ”It’s all sticky and messy, troublesome to pour out, just bake it directly, and cut it into small pieces. Breaking it by hand looks a bit ugly.”

Helen frowned: ”This mold looks so nice, why can’t we bake small cakes!”

She held a baking mold shaped like small shells, and when the cake batter is poured in, the baked little cakes would look like small shells.

Tom looked at Little Taotie: ”What do you think?”

Little Taotie: ”It tastes the same in the stomach...” Looking at Helen’s upset expression, Little Taotie cleared his throat: ”But maybe the new friends will be picky. If we make the cake into little shells, maybe they’ll think we’re very impressive.”

At these words, the two little boys’ eyes lit up.

The little boys love feeling admired!

Li Dahe: ”Helen likes small shells, so let’s make small shells.”

Tom decided: ”Alright! Let’s make small shells!”

Helen happily hugged Little Taotie’s arm and gave him a kiss on the cheek: ”Thank you, darling~”

Helen’s father is a romantic person from France, passionate and lovable.

Little Taotie’s face blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed after the sudden kiss.

This wasn’t a broadcast; only the program crew and some of the children’s parents could watch. At this moment, Helen’s Korean mom screamed, seemingly hit by a sweet moment!

Director: ”Quickly, quickly, record this shot, we must use it as a promotional clip!”

Tom found a big spoon, filled it with cake batter, and started filling the cake molds.

Li Dahe nervously said: ”Be careful, don’t waste it, don’t spill it outside...”

”Stop nagging, you’re making noise beside me, and I’ll get shaky!”

”Okay, okay, I won’t talk, just be careful!”

”Got it, got it...”

The two little boys carefully filled the cake mold.

The mold held ten small shells, and a full mold used up half the cake batter.

Tom: ”There should be enough to make fifteen more.”

Li Dahe: ”That’s a total of twenty-five, divided among seven of us, should be enough.”

Helen: ”The lazybones don’t count; he said he won’t eat!”

Li Dahe: ”So it’s six people sharing twenty-five, each can have four, and there’s one extra.”

Helen: ”The extra one for the director, to butter him up.”

The director watching the whole thing twitched his mouth: Truly tying Q (a slang expression showing helplessness)!

The four little ones stared at the little cakes in the oven.

Time passed slowly.

Helen, in a trembling baby voice: ”They’re... burnt!”

Li Dahe with tears in his eyes: ”Why didn’t they rise?”

Tom: ”Can’t bake anymore, they’re totally burned!”

Unable to sleep due to the smell of burnt, Zhuge Xunming lazily got up and went to the kitchen. He pinched a little bit of cake batter and sniffed it, his mouth twitching: ”Did you whip the egg whites?”

The four little ones turned to look at him, and seeing him, Helen got angry. ”You lied to us, the time and temperature were wrong, the cakes are burnt!”

Zhuge Xunming with a stern little face: ”Foolish without knowing it!”

Helen’s little temper flared, and she waved her arms to scratch someone: ”You dare call me names, I want to challenge you one-on-one!”