Loving With My Mind

After dinner, Zhao Mingzhe managed to convince his wife to return to the room first and take a shower before going back into the kitchen.

"My wife, shall we shower together to save time?" hr snickered as he shut the door after returning to the hotel room.

"In your dreams!" she snapped back at him and dashed to the bathroom.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned. He half-meant it. He was worried that she would pass out in the bathroom. She looked really tired.

He knocked onto the bathroom door.

"What now?!" she shouted from the other side.

"I need to pee." he shamelessly declared.

Han Yixin was muttering as she unlocked the door, then strode back into the shower, closing the translucent door to block his view.

After finishing his business with the toilet, he cunningly moved stealthily to the shower.

She was washing her hair when he suddenly barged in. She quickly turned towards him by instinct.

She screamed a really high pitched one, which echoed throughout the bathroom.

Zhao Mingzhe had to cover his ears with his fingers or they might suffer hearing loss.

After she stopped, he instantly held her face with his palms and kissed her under the shower.

She pushed him after quite some time. "I...I still have work to do..."

He kissed her forehead. "I know. Go get dressed."

She nodded and stepped out of the shower.

Han Yixin gulped as she stood before the wardrobe. Just how much clothes did he prepare for her this time?

Again, she came from a wealthy family. However, having new clothes in every hotel room they were checked in is just pure luxury.

She nonetheless opened the wardrobe.

Contrary to the set of clothes she had in City M, this one contained more pants and jumpsuits than dresses. It seemed he took a lot of consideration since this is her workplace.

At the leftmost area is her white chef uniform.

She smiled as she took it, together with a sleeveless top and black pants. She also chose a black slip on rubber sole shoes.

Then she looked at herself in the mirror as she tied her hair.

She was ready to resume her work.

"Hey, wait for me!" Zhao Mingzhe called out to stop his wife from opening the door, as he hurriedly button down a gray dress shirt over his dark jeans. It was pretty casual for his style. After all, he is just most of the time an expectator in her project.

Han Yixin glared at him for delaying her. She sighed and opened the door when he jogged after her.

They soon came back into the kitchen.

Zhao Mingzhe sat on his chair like an obedient boy, waiting for the lady to finish her work or to get instructions if she needs him.

Han Yixin went into work mode immediately.

The cakes had cooled down, ready to be frosted.

She spread the filling of cream and fruit compote over a cake and topped it with another cake to make a tier.

She had lemon blueberry, strawberry and cream, and vanilla raspberry tiers. Each tier differ in circ.u.mference and height. When stacked together, they will be about four feet tall.

She pressed on the white chocolate, which she made to resemble fondant, and smoothen it on each tier.

When she took the board with dowels he assembled, Zhao Mingzhe bolted from his seat to carry it for her.

"Hey, you..." she resisted his force to take the structure.

"Let me..." he still took the supporting structure from her hands.

It was actually not heavy nor bulky. It was only because he was waiting for an opportunity to be of use in this wide kitchen.

When they set up the board on her working table, she took her 18 inches wide bottom tier to assemble on the board.

He immediately went over to help her carry it.

Han Yixin blushed when his warm hands brushed over her arms with this gesture.

Zhao Mingzhe also got conscious with the sudden touch, but they both could not drop the cake, could they?

Both of them pretended to not mind this and managed to place the bottom tier into place.

Then he took the next biggest tier before she could move to get it. He was efficient.

Han Yixin screwed on the next platform for the layer and the dowels which go with it.

Seeing no protest from her, he carefully placed the next tier over the bottom.

This tier was actually taller than wide, almost doubling the height of the bottom tier, but only half its diameter.

Before she lifted the top tier, Han Yixin shiftly decorated it with sugar flowers she previously froze, together with some of the hand-painted macarons.

Then she looked at Zhao Mingzhe.

He took his cue and placed the top tier carefully and meticulously.

Then his brows furrowed. Only the top tier looked decorated. Suddenly his wife took a deep breath.

The next moment, she started sticking macarons on the sides of the middle tier, arranging them from darkest-colored to those which are close to white, with the latter at the top layer. It gave an elegant ombré effect, with the gold highlights taking one's eyes to follow the line of macarons to the top.

Han Yixin then took her brush to hand-paint navy and gold designs on the sides of the bottom tier.

When she placed down her brush, he knew that the cake has been completed.

The next task is to deliver it to the venue.

The Wen couple booked LH International's most famous wedding venue. It is located several acres away from the hotel, and most of the food for the reception will be coming from the hotel restaurant.

Han Yixin looked at her creation and wiped some oil and sweat from her forehead using her sleeves.

She needed to freshen up for the delivery.

Zhao Mingzhe suddenly appeared at her side and gave her a kiss on the temple. "Good job."

"Not just yet. The job is finished after delivery." she looked serious but tired.

"Let's change first." Zhao Mingzhe grabbed her by the shoulder and took a glance at the cake before leading her out of the kitchen.

After showering, Han Yixin put on a navy jumpsuit with a wrap around top, while Zhao Mingzhe put on a light blue dress shirt and navy pants, complementing her emsemble.

Zhao Mingzhe insisted on brunch, and Han Yixin could only verbally protest.

It was half past noon when they went back into the kitchen.

Zhao Mingzhe volunteered to transfer the cake onto the cart for transfer.

They were provided an SUV by the company, to be used for the delivery.

Han Yixin drove the vehicle herself.

"Hey, I can drive carefully." Zhao Mingzhe pretended to be insulted.

Han Yixin glanced at him before looking back onto the road ahead. "If the cake topples during the car ride, it should be my fault, not yours." she declared.

He was a bit touched by this statement. However, the good feeling vanished when her mouth added words.

"I'm employed by the company. You're not." she justified.

It took some time for her almost 20 kph driving to arrive at the venue.

She took a huge breath when they placed the cake on the table provided at the venue. It was a huge load off her mind.

She looked around. They arrived early. Later, it will be show time.