It's been a long time since I made birthday cakes. I've been a little lazy, and I'm relieved of my past. But because it's Mother's birthday, you can't do it anymore. Mothers used to buy gifts, clothes, jewellery and flowers every time they had their birthday. She gave it all, but the best thing she could say was that I made the cake myself because she was too old to need anything. I know it was her pain, and it was for our own good that we did not spend as much as we could to save our lives. So making a birthday cake is a tradition. Of course I'll have to think about this cake. The main object of the cake was long known as tea mousse cake, all tasted and tasted like by the mother; the cake decoration I used was cream cream, which I recently preferred, and it was so strong that it was more stylish than butter and tasted free of butter and more acceptable. It was intended to make a few flowers to decorate the face of the cake, but it was tried many times, and it didn't work, and it ended up using the easiest petals. Much is not what I think it is, and it is easy to succeed, and it is only through continuous practice that it is possible and it seems that much more needs to be learned. It didn't work very well, and it didn't work well, but I finally sent it to remember。
