A flower cake

Equivalent. It seems that every time you go to a cake flower, it happens. How long has it been? Once again, there are drums in my heart. Three days without practicing. Besides, it's not the cream that used to be a flower. God knows how it looks. It's been used to make ice cream, but suddenly it's for flowering, so it's not necessary to adapt. Despite all the bad things, it was ambitious to imagine a scene of pink roses. It's true. At first, it was discovered that the cream, which had not yet been co-opted, had been hit over the head — sorry, always hard. Remedial but frustrated. And when the steps to the flowers were carried out, it was found that the butter melted to sour heart. The temperature at this time is no longer as good as it was before. In vain and quick to mobilize minds and find another way out. In the end, the pink was the only one who looked for a moment and was called a pink memory. In fact, the so-called memory is nothing more than that silky accumulation — the preconceived idea of saving things and the cover-up. The aim was achieved. However, the line went on and became liquid sprayed on the face of the cake. This discovery is utterly desperate and all the follow-up envisaged has been cut off along with the wire. End it, all memories will follow the wind。