Three or eight flowers cakes

When I went downstairs to collect the delivery this afternoon, a grandmother and her granddaughter came home from school and said, "Grandma is your holiday tomorrow. Happy holidays, and I'm going to buy you and your mother's aunty a gift with money." I'm surprised. Oh, that's fast. Tomorrow's another 38 knot. Time has changed too many of us, from being young to trying to grow up, to struggle, to insist that the reality that the most important and simple “time” of life is too easy to ignore in haste days is that it will end with years. Where is the time? One day, when we look back, we will see that time is written in the cycle of struggle, it's carved into the wrinkles of parents, and it's integrated into an ever-expanding life. The years that have passed have passed, the days that are alive and the days that lie ahead should be filled with hope. Happy thirty-eight! This cake is made at 4 p.m. after the express delivery, with limited materials and time, without any cream at home, without any gravy, with a bouquet of sugar, with roses, with a little something to find out what it's worth, and too sweet to eat, so this is a simple flower decoration, surrounded by tea and biscuits, and squeezed into cooking time, very rough, just to express the blessing of the thirty-eight knots