The Clumsy Mother and Daughter

After finishing the cake, Zhouzhou made another one, only to suddenly remember what she had forgotten. She turned to An Ya and asked, "Mom, when is Sharp Tongue Uncle's birthday?"

"It's the day after tomorrow, Monday," An Ya replied.

Zhouzhou counted on her fingers. Since today is Saturday, that means tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, which makes the day after tomorrow Sharp Tongue Uncle's birthday.

Time is tight indeed, considering she hasn't learned how to make a cake yet.

Seeing her dilemma, An Ya rubbed her little head reassuringly. "It's okay. We'll make it together. Once I learn, I'll take over."

Zhouzhou pondered for a moment and shook her head. "I want to help too. I promised Sharp Tongue Uncle. If I don't do anything and only let Mom do it, Sharp Tongue Uncle will be upset."

Upon hearing this, An Ya's eyes softened. She knew Zhouzhou still cared about Lingfeng, despite everything. That incorrigible tongue of his truly leaves one with no desire to relent.