Chapter 112 (2/2)

Old Fang Taijun was also worried. Seeing that he was almost ostentatious, he coughed and said to Su wennuan, ”well, how do you want to eat this? Get it down and try it for everyone. People will give me the honor to celebrate my old woman's birthday. You can't just let people see it but not let people eat it.”

Su wennuan said with a smile, ”it's simple, sir. You're tall. I have to ask you to drive and take down this layer by layer.”

Duan Tingxuan nodded: ”that's no problem. Qiuling, let's move the table and divide the cake in the yard?” the last sentence was to ask Lao Taijun Fang's opinion. When his grandmother nodded, he took a fresh watermelon knife from Su wennuan's hand, watched the table set, and took off the top birthday cake on tiptoe.

Then he quickly placed the remaining two to six layers of cakes. The whole two eight immortals tables were side by side, but they were filled with six cakes. Duan Tingxuan said to Su wennuan, ”cut it first, and then divide the last one.”

”OK, you can arrange.” grandma was only responsible for making the cake. At this time, she completely delegated power. She saw her husband cut the birthday cake together. Next to her, Honglian quickly handed over the prepared white disk with flat peach pattern. He put the cake away, personally held it in front of Mrs. Fang and knelt down: ”May your old fortune be like the flowing water in the East China Sea and your longevity be longer than that in the south mountain. Grandma, this is a warm wish from your grandson. Try it.”

”OK! OK!” old lady Fang nodded repeatedly and took the plate. At this moment, she was embarrassed to take a big bite. After all, so many people looked at it, so they had to scoop it into their mouth, taste it carefully, and then nodded fiercely: ”Delicious, warm, this is no worse than the taste of ice cream. Delicious, really delicious. Xuan'er, come on, cut it for everyone to taste. It's also a fresh taste. Please try it for adults and your highness.”

Duan Tingxuan promised to come down, and then dogleg took the birthday cake and handed it to Qiu Ling. Hei hei said with a smile: ”your old man's birthday, this old birthday should be your old, so it won't be divided.”

Slag man is really a good man. No wonder his official fortune is prosperous. Even the emperor treats him as his own person. Su wennuan is disgusted in his heart. Sure enough, he sees old Taijun laughing without seeing his teeth. He nods his head and says, ”good, good, sure enough, my good grandson is filial to me.”

Then he gave the cake to everyone. The young Marquis was very measured. He cut the cake and cut it straight for half an hour. Everyone was happy. Everyone got a share. Although there was only a small piece, considering more than 200 people, it was good to have such a result. So everyone ate it with great treasure and praised it.

In the middle of the day, although the yard was covered with a canopy, the climate was still hot and tight. Duan Tingxuan wiped the sweat on his head and looked at the empty cake base in front of him. He always felt as if there was something wrong. He looked up blankly and saw the people in the corridor yard who were eating happily, and his feeling of this wrong was even stronger.

Just wondering, he saw his wife coming over, her head slightly touched, and it seemed that she was going to talk close to his ear. The little Marquis was overjoyed, and all doubts were temporarily put aside. The secret way was warm. Now that she was willing to whisper to me in public, did it mean that she was not as calm about me as before?

This cognition made his heart jump wildly. The whole person seemed to float on the cloud, but soon, after hearing Su wennuan's words, if his mood in the cloud ”snapped”, he fell into the abyss. The words were: ”fool, you forgot to cut yourself a piece of cake.”

As a martial arts practitioner, the stability of his hands has always been the first factor. Whether it's a piece of thin paper, a piece of goose feather, or those hundreds of kilograms of meteor hammer black gold knives in the Imperial Palace Arsenal, they are as stable as Mount Tai after holding them. However, at the moment, his hand holding the watermelon knife is shaking like a crab in a fallen leaf net in the wind. His originally happy face is gradually taken away by grief, anger and despair Generation.

”Calm down, Duan Tingxuan, calm down. Don't forget, this is your grandmother's birthday party. Do you want to lose your son's demeanor because of a piece of cake?” (to be continued.)

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