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A little secret is brewing.

The little princess was left in her castle.

This day.

Huo Xiaodan quietly walked behind Mr. Butler.

Mr. Butler in a black suit uniform, so tall.

She tried to lift her head, but she still couldn't see his shoulders.

The little milk ball could only stretch out his little hand and pull Mr. Butler's trouser leg.

Sweet shouted.

"Uncle Butler."

Mr. Housekeeper was busy with the things at hand, and the little milk ball's footsteps were too light, and he didn't pay attention to her appearance for a while.

He shook slightly.

But the perennial housekeeper duties have cultivated a calm mentality.

Mr. Butler squatted down, looked directly at the little milk ball with his eyes, and asked softly.

"Little miss, what are you looking for me for?"

"Uncle Butler, can I go to the kitchen?"

The little milk ball blinked, crystal clear eyes, and asked crisply.

Kitchen?

Mr. Butler immediately associated, "Little miss, are you hungry?" I'm going to prepare a snack for you. "

Today's afternoon tea pastry chef is Red Velvet Cake.

The old lady of the Huo family specially invited a dessert chef with three Michelin stars to come to the Huo family villa to make it specifically for Huo Xiaotang alone.

Authentic French desserts.

The process is complex, and the requirements for craftsmanship are extremely high.

Mr. Butler glanced at the time.

The red velvet cake should not be finished yet, maybe it hasn't been put in the oven.

However, there are small muffins at home.

Because Huo Xiaotang likes little rabbits and pandas, they are both fluffy little pets.

Now the muffins at home are made into cute animal shapes.

There are rabbits, and there are panda ones.

Sprinkle with a layer of icing.

It is sweet from the inside out.

The little princess of their family should like it.

In just a few seconds.

Mr. Butler's mind has gone through the process, and even thought of fruit tea to pair with muffins.

You can put some passion fruit in the fruit tea.

It will be sweet and sour, and there will be a fresh fragrance.

All this is adjusted according to Huo Xiaotang's taste.

And yet - the

little milk ball shook his head at Mr. Butler.

She patted the fleshy little belly and said softly, "Uncle Butler, Sugar Candy is not hungry." "

When speaking.

The small figure poked his head behind Mr. Butler, as if he was looking at something.

Mr. Butler was also attracted by her cautious, playful look.

They followed and looked behind him.

It's a long corridor.

Brown rough wood floors, each piece of wood with the grain of time.

It exudes a quaint atmosphere.

The walls are hung with European-style wall lamps, elegant and gorgeous.

Walking along the corridor, the nearest is the study of the old lady of the Huo family.

The old lady of the Huo family has the habit of practicing brush writing for two hours a day, and after years and months, thunder cannot be moved.

That's why Mr. Butler, as well as the little milk ball, got this short free time.

Huo Xiaotang glanced at the tightly closed door.

She patted her small chest to express her relief.

And Mr. Butler paid attention to Huo Xiaotang's actions and expressions from beginning to end.

His eyes moved, and he seemed to understand something.

Mr. Butler also learns to speak softly with small milk balls.

He asked in a low voice, "Can't you tell the old lady something?"

Huo Xiaodang listened.

The big round eyes suddenly blingbling brightly.

"Wow, uncle butler, you are so good~" "Uncle butler,

how do you even know this? ~"

The secret of sugar candy will be discovered by you~"

Little Milk Dango's words are light and sweet.

And with full worship.

Mr. Butler couldn't help but laugh, and all of them smiled so that their white teeth were exposed.

His strict credo is to act prudently, and not even to laugh.

A man who has been neat and rigorous all his life.

But because of a few words of praise from the little milk ball, while smiling wantonly, it is also the beginning of Mr. Butler's unshackles and opening his heart.

Unconsciously, he was infected by Huo Xiaocang.

"It's the little miss."

"I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Little miss, can you tell me now, why do you want to go to the kitchen?"

While Mr. Butler looked happy, he still did not forget what happened just now.

Little milk dumplings like this kind and gentle housekeeper uncle.

She replied seriously.

"Uncle Butler, I want to learn how to make cakes. The aunt cook said that she could teach me how to make cakes with the permission of Mr. Housekeeper. "

When I think of cake, the whole little face of the little milk ball is sparkling.

The pink red lips are raised high.

Don't mention how happy you laugh.

Mr. Butler listened.

Of course, yes immediately.

It's just such a small request, how can there be a reason to refuse.

Even if Huo Xiaodang wanted to buy the entire dessert shop, it was a small wish that could be easily fulfilled.

Mr. Butler first put down the tea set that was being tidied up.

Then gently hold the hand of the little milk ball.

Small, soft.

Held in the palm of your hand.

They descended from a high spiral staircase to the spacious kitchen on the west side of the first floor.

But....

What Mr. Butler didn't expect was that what shocked him even more was the next words of the little milk ball.

Huo Xiaotang looked down at the stairs.

Little feet in red bow leather shoes, step by step, slowly walk down.

"It's great, this is the first time I've made a small cake with my own hands

~" "After making it, I want to give

it to my grandfather to eat~" "Grandpa seems to be a little unhappy these days, I hope that after he eats my cake, his mood can become sweet~"

She said slowly as she walked.

The speed of the little milk ball became slower, and the voice was full of cute milk.

The soft words fell heavily on Mr. Butler's heart.

This man, who has never been frightened, made a gaffe for the second time today.

Mr. Butler was shocked.

It turns out that ....

It turns out that this is the real reason why the little milk dumpling wants to go to the kitchen!

She's not hungry.

I don't want to learn to make cakes.

Instead, he was sensitive to the subtle change in the mood of the old lady of the Huo family.

Such a small detail, even Huo Licheng did not notice.

Huo Xiaotang, who was only three and a half years old, found that the old lady of the Huo family frowned several times when he stared at her.

The old lady of the Huo family was still sulking about the things in the garden that day.

After a slight pause in his footsteps, Mr. Butler still led Huo Xiaodan to the kitchen.

But the emotions rolling in his chest could not be calmed for a long time.

No wonder the old lady of the Huo family has always said that "Huo Xiaotang is a little angel who landed in the Huo family".

If it weren't for angels, how could he have such a delicate and clear heart.

......

In the kitchen.

Mr. Butler had the smallest apron prepared.

A small piece.

Embellished with white lace.

And the little chef's hat.

All for the little milk balls.

It's like a cute little chef.

On the side, the real chef is preparing the ingredients needed to make the small cake.

Low-gluten flour, eggs, cooking pots, whisks...

A table full of variety.

The cook lady is in her forties, her body is slightly blessed, and she has a round and kind face.

She looked at Huo Xiaotang's cute appearance, and her whole heart had melted a long time ago.

Huo Xiaotang's favorite panda rice balls were made by this cook.

The cook lady really wanted to teach all the skills to Huo Xiaotang.

But Mr. Butler had already instructed.

It doesn't matter if the cake is made well or not, the most important thing is that the little milk dumplings should be happy.

After Huo Xiaotang was dressed, she stood on a stool that was almost as high as herself, and the high cooking table could see clearly.

She held up her hat and bent gently over the cook.

"Aunt Cook, you're in trouble."

"No trouble! No trouble! No hassle at all! In the past, even if the meals I made were delicious, the old lady would have some leftovers. But since the little lady came, every time she ate up, the old lady also ate it all. I have never been so happy, it is all thanks to the little miss. Yes, I should thank Little Miss. "

For a chef, nothing is happier than the person who eats and loves her craft.

The cook smiled happily.

After a conversation between the two, they officially began to make cakes.

First, take out the electronic scale and weigh the appropriate flour.

"Little miss, this is a small sieve, let's pour the flour into it now

..." "Then gently shake the small sieve..." "The

flour will fall from above, through the small hole, to the bottom..."

The cook lady took it hand-in-hand, step by step, and slowly taught the little milk dumplings.

Huo Xiaotang also studied very seriously, and his expression was calm and attentive on his pink and jade face.

At a young age, it is rare to show a rare calmness.

The flour was also sifted under the gentle shaking of her small hands, and then fell into the new cooking pot.

The snow-white flour, when it falls, is like snow.

Huo Xiaotang felt that it was both novel and fun.

The little face came closer and looked at it carefully.

But then, the flour floating in the air unconsciously stained her face.

On the pink and fair little face, there is an extra layer of furry powder.

The little face became more and more pink and white.

It's like a flower stamen dotted with pollen.

The thin flour also sticks to the pretty little tip of the nose.

The little milk ball feels itchy in the nasal passage, tickling....

The nose wrinkled and wrinkled....

It's still so itchy....

She couldn't help it.

"Aa

Time.

The flour in front of the little milk ball, with this little sneeze, is like a fairy scattering flowers.

Scatter, bloom.