Mrs. Lin didn't dare to look more and, after saying goodbye to the old lady, she went down.
Seeing that there were no outsiders around, the old lady took out her mobile phone and watched something with a serious face.
Lu Shiran curiously leaned over and immediately burst into laughter, "Grandma, so you don't know how to make it either, having to learn from a video."
"You talk too much," the old lady unceremoniously tapped her grandson on the head.
Lu Shiran covered his head, his voice filled with grievance, "So you're allowed to set fires, but I can't even light a lamp, double standards."
The old lady snorted and earnestly wrote down the steps for making the cake.
Lu Shiran moved in front of Qiao Yun and whispered, "What's the fun in making a cake? I'll take you out to play instead?"
Qiao Yun glanced at the old lady who was diligently memorizing the steps and shook her head, "Making a cake is fun."
Lu Shiran pursed his lips.