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TV dramas are broadcast on specific plots, and each country has extremely poor and backward places.

It does not mean that countries with such backward areas, the entire country is so poor.

"Well, I have to see and understand everything before I deal with anyone, and then make a conclusion." Yun thought about this time and learned the truth.

The wind at night is soft and cool, as comfortable as the mother's hand, Yun thinks leaning on Song Mian's shoulder, I don't know if the lights are too dazzling, or the fatigue of the day comes at this time of relaxation.

Yun thinks that she unconsciously fell asleep on Song Mian. Song Mian picked her up, put her in the car and drove home.

When I arrived at home, I wiped her hands and feet with a warm towel without waking her up. Yun thought about sleeping until ten o'clock the next morning!

Today is Song Mian's birthday.

Sitting up from the bed, Yun thought about seeing the time, rubbed his head a little annoyed, and immediately took a bath to tidy up.

When going down, Song Mian was sitting in the lounge area and striking the computer. Hearing the movement, he got up to cook.

Yun thinks of running forward, circled his waist, and kissed in the corner of his lips: "Happy birthday, my favorite person."

A favorite person completely pleased Song Mian, and he kissed her back.

"A Mian, would you teach me to make a cake today?" Yun asked, thinking about what to eat, with one hand on his chin.

Yesterday she was so tired, today Song Mian will definitely not take her out again, especially today is his birthday.

But they always have something to do. When they think of completing a birthday cake with Song Mian, Yun feels very excited when he thinks about it.

Song Mian made a phone call, and soon Song Yao took a few people and sent a pile of materials. There were various ovens installed in the house.

Seeing Song Yao passing by, Yun thought about suddenly saying: "Young Master opened his mouth and Song Yao ran his broken leg."

Inexplicably, Song Yao was stabbed in the heart, and he looked at Yun thoughtfully and left silently.

The young master rarely tossed him like this. Well, the young man's talent is the culprit.

"Do you like to bully him?" Song Mian naturally heard this sentence.

"I just thought it was fun to tease him." Yun thought about it and didn't know why there was such a bad taste.

"Oh." Song Mian responded lightly, and turned to prepare, "What shape of cake do you want?"

"What do you think?" Yun thought about it.

"Is the shape of the clouds good?" Song Mian looked at her.

"Is it easy to do?" It seems common, round, square, heart-shaped, and other shapes of clouds are rare to think about.

"Easy to do." Song Mian started to answer after answering.

When you make it, tell Yun think about what materials will be better and how to ensure that the cake embryo is soft and delicious.

Yun thinks that he basically handed over the materials next to him, and Song Mi was the only one who started it. When baking the cake embryo, Song Mian began to whipped cream.

As for this work plan, Song Mian said next to it, let Yun think about the operation, and after the cream came out, Yun Xiang thought about smelling the fragrance.

I couldn't help washing my hands and scraped it a little: "Well, it's delicious!"

Looking up at Song Mian’s faint smile, she was disgusted and touched cream on Song Mian’s face.

Song Mian's skill, where is Yun think about being able to sneak attack successfully? But he was willing to sacrifice her to make her happy.

She was not angry when she was applied to her face. She applied cream on her backhand and applied it to her face. The two adults became three-year-olds in this way. You were chasing me with the cream in the room.

In the end these creams were of course unusable, and Song Mian made them again and used them on the cake.

The cake is very simple, the cloud-shaped cake is evenly smeared with white cream, and the periphery is outlined with thin patterns.

I made a golden crown with sugar on it. It is simple and beautiful. Yun thought about it and sent it to the circle of friends.

And I sent the idea: I have a cake that I participated in making, it is not beautiful.

Many people said they were pretty, Yun Lin left a message: Sister, my birthday is coming, you can do it. [arrogant]

Yun Zhibin also ran to leave a message: None of my daughters ever made cake for me! [Angry]

Li Xiangling also replied: Good sisters for so many years, I will choose for yourself which year to make cake for me [smile]

She owed so much debt all at once, and Yun thinks about the unified reply: pretending to fail, this is not what I did.

Crying to die, the cake is not difficult, and the shape is simple, but it is another matter to make it delicious and beautiful.

She didn't want to learn. Anyway, after she had Song Mian, she didn't want to delay her time.

In the evening, Song Mian made a steak in a foreign country and they dine in the lounge area outside the house.

There are candlelights, red wine, cakes, steaks, sky stars, breezes, and a pool of moonlight.

"This red wine is delicious!" Yun thinks absolutely not to admit it, because of the addition of ice.

She didn't understand wine tasting at all, she was a vulgar, but the wine was iced and it tasted delicious.

"This is the largest grape producing area in the world." Song Mian did not think that Yun Xiang was greedy and cold, but explained to her instead.

"Isn't it a French country?" The French country is famous for its wine, and there are wineries everywhere. Yun thinks that he always thought that the world's largest grape producing area is the French country.

"No." Song Mian handed the cut steak plate to Yun Xiang to think about it, and then cut his own. "French wines are the most famous, but many French wines are bottled for export with the wines produced here. ."

Yun thinks that she is surprised. She thinks that all the wines in France are produced in France. She didn't expect there is such an inside story.

"This is a place full of oil." Yun thought a little bit. "Where are those hungry heads with big bodies and small eyes, staring at the godless eyes, and reaching for the skinny black people?"

"It is the hungry people in Africa, but in Northwest Africa, here is South Africa." Song Mian corrected, "South Africa has never been a country in need of relief."

"It turned out to be so." Yun thought about it, and suddenly she had been poisoned. "Then it is called a city of crime, is it fake?"

"This is true." Song Mian nodded after taking a bite of steak.

Guns are rampant here and the crime rate is very high. The crimes are basically the “floating population” of other black poor countries around South Africa.

In particular, these people prefer to choose Chinese who cannot use credit cards and can only carry cash, which also makes Chinese people have a very bad impression of South Africa.

When walking on the road, it is likely that a gun will suddenly hit the waist and slightly resist, and the bullet will pass through the chest.

So Song Mian is impossible for Yun to think about it here, out of his sight.