Fu Yunhe's rueful yet indulgent words elicited a cheer from the comment section.
[Hurry up and go! They're starting to cut the cake!]
[Quick, quick! It'll be gone soon.]
[Right, I feel like there are so many people!]
[Go for it, big guy!]
[We support you!]
Fu Yunhe saw the comments urging him to get a piece of cake and didn't dawdle; he stepped forward and walked towards them.
At that moment, Nian Shutong was skillfully cutting the fourth layer of the cake.
"Xiao He, the top layer is all for you, it's over there."
"You handle it."
Nian Shutong, who had just said a word in between tasks, continued slicing the cake.
There were many people, so each slice wasn't very big. They were mostly just tasting it.
Even Nian Shutong had prepared a large bowl of cream and placed it on the side, next to the leftover cake trimmings from their baking session.
If there wasn't enough cake to go around, they themselves could take the leftovers and spread some cream on it to eat.
