Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!

Chapter 451: Chapter 451

Jing Qiao’s cake-making skills naturally needed no mention, as she was more than capable of running her own store.

Su Lu was a bit less skilled.

"I’m not just a bit worse— it depends on who you’re comparing me to. If it’s you, then I’m way behind," Su Lu said as she whipped egg whites with an electric mixer.

Su Lu was very clear about her own abilities, which were limited to baking some small cookies, making rice cooker cakes, and pastries like egg tarts. Anything more complicated, and she was out of her depth.

"Don’t belittle yourself, sister-in-law. Doesn’t everyone start from knowing nothing?" Jing Qiao said with a smile as she watched her. "I think you’re pretty impressive. The only thing you’re missing compared to me is a biological father who pressured you into learning baking. If I could give you mine, would you want him?"

Su Lu shivered, "Thanks, but no thanks."

Jing Qiao pulled out a heart-shaped mold, barely able to suppress her laughter, and coughed lightly, "You’re going for such a straightforward approach? Sister-in-law, nowadays you don’t necessarily need a heart-shaped mold to express your feelings with a cake. Usually, round molds are used, and then there are many beautiful cake decorations that are quite stylish."

"I don’t need it to be stylish," Su Lu laughed. "I want it simple and straightforward, so that Bo Jingshen can clearly see the intentions of this country bumpkin. So it has to be a heart shape, and it has to be bright red."

"Bright, bright red?" Jing Qiao asked to confirm.

Su Lu nodded emphatically, "Bright red!"

Jing Qiao bit her lip, "Then... what color should we use for the writing?"

"Black!" Su Lu didn’t hesitate for a second.

Finally, Jing Qiao couldn’t help but ask, "Sister-in-law, you are... really a painter, right?"

Su Lu started laughing, "Why? Do you think my color choice is too devilish?"

"Yes... bright red with black lettering, those in the know understand it’s about expressing feelings, but those who don’t might think it’s some sort of... assassination note or something." Jing Qiao didn’t finish her thought and cleared her throat, "Black lettering it is, then. What should it say?"

Su Lu thought for a moment and then began to laugh.

It took her a clumsy four hours to complete the task, but seeing the bright red cake with its black lettering, Su Lu was extremely pleased.

The letters were written by Su Lu herself, in a chubby and cute font. Jing Qiao leaned in and upon seeing the message, burst into giggles.

She’d never have dreamed that for her brother’s birthday cake, one meant to reveal one’s feelings, her sister-in-law would use a heart-shaped mold and bright red cake with black lettering, and not write some sweet nothings, but rather— a local dad of some renown?

Su Lu was exceedingly satisfied.

"I wonder if my brother will be surprised or resigned when he sees such a big heart-shaped cake with those words on it," Jing Qiao mused.

"I’ll be happy if I’m satisfied," Su Lu replied.

Su Lu carefully boxed the cake, placing it into an elegant box that was also a festive red but not garish. Instead, it resembled the quality of an old-fashioned dowry box from marriages long ago.

After finishing up, Su Lu glanced at the time, "Look at the time!"

She quickly added, "Qiao’er, I’m out of time. I must go now. Could you please take care of Xiao Le for the day?"

"Got it. Don’t worry, sister-in-law; enjoy your two-person world with my brother," Jing Qiao waved, throwing a heart sign to Su Lu.

Su Lu went to check on her son. He was in the dance studio, lying on the floor, constructing with Lego bricks. Song Boyuan was accompanying him, not lying down but sitting cross-legged at his side.

Before Su Lu entered the room, she caught sight of Song Boyuan’s silhouette through the floor-to-ceiling window. The relaxed feel of his loose linen shirt and his soft-angled presence made for a comforting scene.

Su Lu walked in.

"Mommy!" Zhao Xiaole grinned at her.

Su Lu sat down and kissed his forehead, "Good boy, did you have a good time today with Uncle and Auntie? Mommy needs to go out and take care of some things."

"Sure, go ahead," Zhao Xiaole generously waved his hand.

"Aren’t you upset with Mommy?" Su Lu asked him.

Zhao Xiaole sighed lightly and said, "Not mad. You’re adults and adults always have their own things to deal with, right? I understand."

"You really are Mommy’s good big boy!" Su Lu kissed his forehead again and then turned to Song Boyuan, "Then I’ll have to trouble you, President Song."

"Just call me by my name," Song Boyuan’s voice was still indifferent.

But Su Lu could already discern the subtle differences, it wasn’t hard to tell that Song Boyuan was in a good mood.

Su Lu smiled, "Alright, Song Boyuan, thank you."

"You’re welcome," Song Boyuan replied.

Su Lu thought for a moment, then offered a gesture of goodwill, "Let me tell you a secret."

Only then did Song Boyuan lift his eyelids to look at her, "Hmm?"

"Raspberries... Not sure if you like them?" Su Lu asked him but didn’t wait for his answer and continued, "Anyway, Zhao Xiaole isn’t particularly fond of raspberries. So Jing Qiao made him a coconut-flavored cake, but she also made some raspberry-flavored ones, and now I’m not sure whose taste that is."

After Su Lu finished, she saw Song Boyuan’s perfectly shaped phoenix eyes blink gently, seeming to harbor a hint of what could be called mirth.

Su Lu nodded at him gently, "Then I’ll be off."

"Goodbye," Song Boyuan bid her farewell.

After Su Lu left, Song Boyuan turned to Zhao Xiaole, "If you want to go out and play, I can take you out too."

Zhao Xiaole gestured like a little adult, "No need. I know my mom and dad are sneaking off to their little world, I’m not an ignorant kid."

Song Boyuan stared at him for two seconds, "You seem to have some misunderstanding about your age."

Zhao Xiaole pouted, "I’m a big baby now, very well-behaved, and wouldn’t disturb my mom and dad’s date. I’m happy just to have Uncle and Auntie with me."

Song Boyuan thought for a moment, put down the blocks he was holding, and scooped Zhao Xiaole up under his arm, "Let’s take a break and go eat some cake."

Jing Qiao looked at the few raspberry mousses in front of her, also somewhat distracted, wondering how she had unconsciously made Song Boyuan’s favorite flavor.

Jing Qiao stared intensely at the mousses in front of her, caught in an internal struggle, murmuring to herself, "Maybe I should just eat them all myself..."

Then a voice with a hint of metallic coolness came from behind, "If possible, could you share one with me?"

Jing Qiao jumped in shock, almost losing her balance.

A strong arm gently steadied her from behind, "Be careful, don’t fall."

After she steadied herself, she heard him say, "If you’re reluctant to share one with me, Xiaole said to share one of his coconut-flavored ones with me."

Jing Qiao pushed the red mousses aside without a word, and couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, "Why does such a man like sweet food so much..."noveldrama