"I'm going to help my mom stir the cream too" Becca walked over to the little girl who was stirring the cream and reached out to grab the stirring stick from the little girl's hand.
"This is what I got first," the little girl grabbed the stirring stick and refused to give it to Becca.
"But it's my family's stuff," Becca wasn't convinced.
"I got it first, so it should belong to me" "This is my home, everything here was bought by my father, so it's mine to go away from you, nasty ghost" Becca was about to grab it.
The little girl ran with a stirring stick, cursing angrily as she ran.
"If I don't give it to me, I won't give it to you" Becca angrily chased after him, but he slipped and fell to the ground as he ran, and the whole person fell to the ground.
"Woohoo" Becca Wava burst into tears.
Ciel recovered from the shock and hurriedly walked over to help Becca up.
She helped Becca to stand up straight, checked Becca's body up and down, looked up at Becca and asked nervously, "How is it, did you fall somewhere" "Mommy I want a stirr, you let her play with the stirrator," Becca kicked and cried.
Ciel's head was made big by these little guys.
She thought for a while, stood up and looked at several children and said helplessly.
"Don't grab it, I'll go find you a stirring stick and a cream bowl, and you can mix one for each of you, okay?"
The two red-eyed little girls looked at each other and finally agreed to Sill's approach.
"Okay."
"I want a new mom."
Sil was relieved to see that they weren't making trouble, patted Becca on the head and walked in the direction of the cupboard, intending to find another tool for Becca.
But she had barely walked a few steps when three little girls ran up to her, and they all looked up at her coquettishly.
"Pretty auntie, I also want a copy of my own materials."
"I want it too."
"Me too" Cill was angry and amused by the little girls.
She suddenly had an idea, looked at the little girls and said.
"By the way, I don't think it's better to do this, I'll give each of you a copy of the ingredients for making a cake, and then you can sit down at the table and make whatever flavor of cake you want."
A few little girls, you look at me, I look at you.
Then they cheered and cheered as if they had picked up a box of candy.
"Good" "Awesome this suggestion" "I'm going to make a strawberry-flavored cake" "I'm going to make watermelon-flavored."
"I'm going to make durian flavored" "Hmph, watermelon tastes good."
"Durian tastes good" The five little girls gathered around and discussed what to make the cake.
Cill shook his head amusedly, and walked in the direction of the cupboard.
She took five cake tools and placed them on the snack table, then placed a bottle of cream and a bowl of flour next to each tool.
Then she turned her head to look at the children who were in a circle and looked at each other as if they were telling some secrets, "I've laid out the materials for you, come and make a cake."
"You can make a cake."
Becca, the naughtiest of the group, was the first to run to the table, followed by several other little girls.
Soon the little girls were seated, and now they were making the cake in earnest.
Cill stood at the table and watched them make it, sometimes giving them fresh juice or diced fruit as they wished.
Three days later.
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