Flower cake: the basket

Run in despair. A few flowers have been made and the condition of cream is getting worse. It opens up and sees an incalculable hole, without any light. A blind man running in the dark without direction. Extensive consultation on the search and a look at the e-book. Suddenly there's something wrong with the butter. Roses can't stand it. They think butter's too strong. It's better to be hard than soft. Always fearing that the butter is not enough, but forgets the inaccuracies. Where the hell did you find that neutral center? Watch your wings, stop looking, stop beating in the air and stop hitting all the butter once and for all. I don't know if I'm feeling better. Make another basket of flowers. Last time it was Bamboo, this time it was Fujiki. I'd like to put a few roses, but I'm afraid they'll collapse again. Everything's at the end. It's not as hard as it is, it's almost over. The bouquets that were squeezed out of their airholes seemed to be much more glamorous. Trying to squeeze a rose, it looks like it's not too bad, it's working, it's trying a second one, it seems to feel a little bit. All the operations are over and look at the better condition of the butter, and suddenly there's a sense of clearance。