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232: Grape Cake

Mr. Qian had a thoughtful look on his face, then he remembered, "Is that the kid you often post on WeChat Moments?"

This person posts photos of his baby so frequently that it's hard for him not to see it.

Before he had children, he was the type who only posted on WeChat Moments once every few years.

Who would have thought that now that he is old and has a granddaughter, he has started to post pictures of his baby on WeChat Moments like a young person with a strong desire to share. If you don’t know him, you would think he is the one who gave birth to her.

Seeing the proud expression on his face, Mr. Qian couldn't help but want to laugh. He turned his head and glanced at the door, wondering, "Where's the child? Why didn't you bring him here to let me see him today?"

He really wanted to see what kind of cub could change this old guy so much.

He also said that he saw his child happy and getting younger every day, so why didn't he believe it?

Mr. Fu waved his hand. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but he hid it. "The kids are in school. Today is Tuesday."

Even if he doesn't go to school, he can't take the baby out.

Everyone thought he was unreliable and refused to let him lead.

The old man's depressed mood was swept away when he smelled the aroma of pastries wafting in from outside the window.

It’s okay if he is not allowed to take care of the child. The decision is still in Qing girl’s hands. After he makes this cake and makes the little guy happy, she can play with him by herself, and the Xiao family can’t interfere.

Just thinking about the scene of the little dumpling following him actively, the old man felt extremely happy.

He was in a hurry and didn't chat with others. He directly explained his purpose.

"Look, Old Qian, my granddaughter has been in a bad mood these past two days. Please make me a cake and I'll take it home tonight to comfort her."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Fu added, "Make it prettier and draw a bow on it. She's obsessed with looks."

Mr. Qian smiled and said, "Okay, you can just call and tell someone about this matter. It's not worth your personal trip."

After he finished speaking, Mr. Fu reached out and took the small basket of grapes he had brought with him.

"Use this grape of mine."

When Mr. Fu entered the room, he had changed so much that Mr. Qian's attention was all on him that he didn't even notice the basket of grapes next to him.

At this time, he moved closer and stared at the bunch of rich purple grapes with shining eyes.

"These grapes are great! They're big, juicy, and fresh, like they were just picked. Where did you get them?"

He handles so many fruits that he can tell at a glance.

Mr. Qian wanted to ask which farm the grapes were picked from so that he could get some to take home when he had time.

This rich grape flavor smells sweet.

After asking his question, Mr. Fu snorted proudly, "You can't get these grapes. I grew them myself, and only this bunch is ripe."

His words surprised Mr. Qian again, "When did you start growing fruits? And you grow them so well."

"There are only three trees in my garden. My granddaughter likes to eat them, so I planted them."

The doting in his words warmed people's hearts, and bystanders could hear from his words that he loved this little granddaughter whom he had never met.

Thinking of the soft and cute appearance of the child he had seen on WeChat Moments before, Mr. Qian couldn't help but have some ideas.

"My little grandson is five years old this year. He is strong and very powerful. The two children are of the same age. If we let them spend more time together, my little grandson can still protect her."

This is what Mr. Fu can't stand hearing the most right now.

In his heart, no little boy in the circle is worthy of Qing girl.

There are even fewer outside the circle!

So he refused without mercy, and hurried over his grape cake, "It's important to make the cake first, I have to go back at noon."

"Ok."

Mr. Qian stood up, asked someone to carry his basket of grapes, and left the lounge to go to the studio.

Mr. Fu was also following.

While the man was putting on his apron and washing his hands, he couldn't help but remind him, "By the way, if there's any leftover, put it in the basket for me and I'll take it home."

It goes without saying that there are too many grapes to use up in one small cake.

Mr. Qian washed his hands and gave him a funny look. "Why, are you still afraid that I'll eat something secretly?"

joke.

As an old friend, he couldn't help but complain, "You're like a completely different person now. I've been making pastries for so many years, and I've eaten all kinds of fruits. How could I possibly ask for a bunch of grapes from you?"

An employee who was washing fruit couldn't help but laugh when he heard their conversation.

He picked enough grapes from the bunch for a small grape cake, wiped the rest clean, and put it back in the basket in front of Mr. Fu.

"Now, old sir, you can rest assured."

Mr. Fu nodded, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Okay, thank you for your help. Old Qian, I'll come and pick it up at 11 o'clock."

Before leaving, he rambled on and on, "Remember to make it look nice, make it pink and purple for me..."

"Alright, alright, got it..."

In the end, Qian Laoshi became impatient and pushed him out.

He wiped his hands, found a clean piece of white paper, and simply outlined the general shape of the cake on it.

Lao Fu said to draw a bow on it, but he just made a butterfly-shaped cake.

Just looking at the sketch looks beautiful.

Satisfied with putting the manuscript away, he directed the people in the studio to crush the grapes and cut some into individual pieces.

During the dicing process, the fragrance spreads particularly far, and the crystal-clear flesh is eye-catching.

"Master, these grapes are really good. Where did that old man get them? Let's buy some back." The employee who was cutting the grapes couldn't help but say.

Mr. Qian shook his head helplessly. "You think I don't want it, but it's a pity that he grew it himself. And judging by how precious he looked just now, he definitely wouldn't be willing to give it to me."

The two people who were talking did not notice that the juice from cutting the grapes flowed down the chopping board and dripped onto the ground.