Why is it so tight here in the chest when you get dressed?

I looked at other places wonderingly, and it fit very well.

It's the chest here, it seems to be one size smaller?

I tried on a wedding dress last time, and this time it's the same......

Feng Luoluo suddenly wondered, is the designer in the villa Japanese?

Because the size of Japan is generally a little smaller than that of China.

"Miss Feng, is there anything that doesn't fit?" Steward Qian knocked on the door outside.

"It's a little tight in my chest."

Feng Luoluo opened the door and walked out

"Chest tight?" Steward Qian took a look, and sure enough, the size of the chest was too small and pressed to the chest, "It may be that the designer made a mistake in the size, Miss Feng replaced it, and I immediately asked people to revise it." ”

"Hmm." Feng Luoluo changed his dress.

Steward Qian said again, "Miss Feng, why don't you try all these clothes, and if there is a problem, you can change them together?" ”

Feng Luoluo nodded, also worried about this.

So I tried them on one by one.

Sure enough, the more fitting style has a smaller chest.

"Let's send our clothes to rest, so we won't bother Miss Feng." Steward Qian ordered someone to pack it up and take it away.

When leaving, he also thoughtfully closed the door.

Feng Luoluo sat on the sofa on the terrace, thinking about what he would prepare for Ming Yu as a birthday present in five days......

I can't afford to give away valuable things.

She is penniless now, and even the clothes she wears are specially ordered by Mingyu, how can she have the money to buy things for him?

Besides, the money steward also said that there is nothing lacking in the underworld......

Action to make something for the underworld to eat?

No way.

She spends most of her time in the real room, and she doesn't have much energy to study cooking, and the things she makes are at most edible, which is far worse than the chefs in the villa.

Feng Luoluo felt that it was better not to show off his cooking skills and be ashamed, so as not to spoil the atmosphere on Mingyu's birthday.

Besides, the villa has a dedicated chef, and it is not her turn to do it......

Why don't you make a cake?

Although Feng Luoluo's cooking skills are average, because he learned from Yanhua, he didn't watch Uncle Asber's baking and learned a lot of knowledge in this area.

When I am free, I will also do it myself, and the appearance and taste are good, which is no worse than the professional pastry chefs of some cake shops.

Feng Luoluo thought about it and decided, let's make a cake and give it to Mingyu to express his gratitude and gratitude.

Feng Luoluo tidied up, changed into light clothes, and went to the kitchen.

I found that the chefs looked distressed, as if they were worried about something.

"What's wrong?" Feng Luoluo walked over and asked.

"Miss Wind? What are you doing here? Everyone stood up, "If you want to eat, just ask the servant to come and give an order, you don't have to come in person." ”

"Something." Feng Luoluo looked around and found that they were discussing the menu, which should be prepared for the birthday party in five days, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Uh...... Miss Feng, that's right, five days later, our young master will hold a birthday banquet in the villa, and the other qiē will be distributed, and it will be carried out according to the schedule...... As a result, Butler Jason just came to inquire about the progress of the matter, and we found out that there is another important matter, and no one will ......"

"What will no one do?"

The chefs looked at each other, "Uh...... The young master has never had a birthday here, so no one on the island will make a birthday cake......"

I can even make English afternoon tea, but I can't make cake, what is the reason?