A mackerel cake

My first flower cake. The idea of baking is hidden from the beginning. The student age loved butter, and the cake was full of butter; then it was basically shaved off the cream to eat cake. I can't wait to see the cake, but I can't wait to see it: who can fix the cream? It's good cream, but it's never easy. Flowers? But it's just a dream... 2014. The luxury of being under the box has been brought to the world. The flower cake just came out in a hurry. An electronic book with a flower tutorial in its hand, which has only been quickly browsed after downloading, is too expensive. For flowering operations and processes, it ends only with the first book of Kings and the impression that students are staying in front of the cake shop. We agreed to go home this day and finish our first flower. Compared to some people who are still excited, the knife-wielding attitude seems to be somewhat salty and careless. I was just trying to make it simpler. The cream is flat, the flowers start to squeeze, and some people quit. Okay, rethink one. Think about it, change your mouth. Can we get a bamboo line? I don't have a whole idea where I can do it. The first flower, it's lazy, it's the end. It doesn't matter if it's pure white. What time is it? That's a lot better. The first flower, it's completely out of the question: how far the cream goes, how the plane will be painted, how the flowers will be squeezed. It's all a little confused. The finished product is so rough that it can't get out of the hall, then turn around and go to sleep. One wakes up and suddenly realizes that this coarse product, made entirely on the basis of long-term street impressions and sporadically scattered images, is also a loss. Even though it was not bright enough, two pieces of it had to go before it was taken out. Ignorance and after school..