It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

At 6 p.m., Wei Xun drove back to Huayao Mansion.

As soon as I pushed open the villa door, I smelled the aroma of food mixed with a faint sweetness, filling the entire living room.

He changed his shoes and went into the kitchen, where he saw Nan Yan wearing a light blue apron, carefully stirring the vegetables in the pan.

His tablet was on the table next to him, playing a cooking tutorial video that was paused at the stir-frying step.

"Sir, you're back." Nan Yan turned around and smiled when she heard the noise.

Wei Xun walked over and looked at the dishes on the table.

A plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, bright green in color; a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, red and yellow in contrast; and a plate of cola chicken wings, bright in color, looking quite appealing.

"I was planning to take you out for dinner, but I didn't expect you to be so capable and cook for yourself."

"I learned how to make it from a video, but I don't know if it tastes good." Nan Yan scratched her head a little embarrassedly.

Wei Xun picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of cola chicken wing, and put it in his mouth.

The meat was tender and juicy, with a perfect balance of sweet and salty flavors; it tasted much better than he had imagined.

"It tastes pretty good. It's impressive that you could make it like this on your first time cooking."

Wei Xun ate while watching Nan Yan.

This child is smart and eager to learn. He can cook a decent dish after watching a video once. If he hadn't been trafficked into the club, he would definitely be a top student in school now. With this talent, he might achieve great things in the future.

Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on him, causing him to suffer so much.

Wei Xun felt a pang of regret, and his gaze towards Nan Yan softened even more.

Nan Yan blushed at the praise, smiled, turned around, and went into the kitchen to open the oven.

A rich, milky aroma wafted from the oven. He carefully put on oven mitts and took out a golden chiffon cake.

The cake is fluffy and soft with a smooth surface, making it look very tempting.

"I even learned how to make a cake." Nan Yan placed the cake on the dining table, cut it into small pieces, and handed a piece to Wei Xun: "Sir, please try it."

Wei Xun took the cake and put it in his mouth.

It has a delicate texture and a subtle milky aroma.

"Delicious, Nanyan, you have a real talent for baking."

Nan Yan smiled so hard her eyes crinkled. She sat opposite Wei Xun, picked up her own portion, and was about to speak when Wei Xun's phone suddenly rang.

Wei Xun glanced at the caller ID, his expression changed slightly, and he answered the phone: "Feed."

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Wei Xun's brows furrowed slightly: "I understand, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xun picked up his chopsticks, quickly ate a few bites of rice, and got up to leave.

"There's an urgent matter at the company, I have to go out."

"Sir, let me take a piece of cake with you so you can eat it on the way." Nan Yan quickly picked up a food storage container, intending to put a piece of cake in it.

"No need, I don't have time to eat." Wei Xun picked up his coat and walked towards the door.

The door slammed shut, leaving Nan Yan alone at the dining table.

He looked at the barely touched food on the table and felt a pang of disappointment.

He had originally planned to have a good chat with his husband about today's shopping trip and the funny story of encountering the "drunk man at the train station," but now he was all alone.

Nan Yan finished her meal quietly and then began to clean up the kitchen.

Then, looking at the large chiffon cake, only a small piece of which had been eaten, he suddenly remembered what happened at the fresh food supermarket earlier that day.

He was picking out fruit when several women in supermarket uniforms came by, carrying small plates filled with slices of cake, offering them to passersby so they could have a taste.

Nan Yan also took a piece and ate it, finding it delicious.

He didn't know it was a food tasting; he thought the aunties were just being kind and giving things away for free.

Now, looking at the cake he made, he wants to share this delicious treat with others.

So he cut the cake into small pieces, put them on a clean tray, and carried the tray out of the villa.

Huayao Mansion is an upscale residential community, and many people take walks there in the evenings.

Nan Yan saw the patrolling security guards and walked over with a smile: "I made a cake, have a taste."

The security guard paused for a moment, took the cake, put it in his mouth, and quickly said, "It's delicious, thank you, young man."

Nan Yan then saw the cleaning lady who was cleaning and handed her a piece of cake as well: "Auntie, try my cake."

The cleaning lady gratefully accepted it, saying, "Thank you, you're so thoughtful."

He then encountered a nanny taking a walk with a child, and offered the cake to the child: "Little one, would you like some cake?"

The child's eyes lit up, and he took the cake and ate it in big bites. The nanny also ate a piece and praised it repeatedly.

Most of the residents in the community are wealthy and well-mannered. Regardless of whether they know each other or not, they will politely thank the family when they receive the cake and will sincerely praise how delicious it is.

Just then, an elegantly dressed lady walked over with a little girl by the hand. The little girl saw the cake and tugged at the lady's sleeve, saying, "Mommy, I want some too."

Nan Yan handed a piece of cake to the little girl. After the little girl finished eating, she took the lady's hand and said, "Mommy, it's so delicious."

The wealthy woman smiled and asked Nan Yan, "Young man, how much is this cake? My baby loves it."

Nan Yan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved her hand: "I'm not here to sell cakes, I just made them myself and wanted to invite everyone to try them."

"I see." The lady nodded, looking at her daughter's expectant eyes, and added, "Price doesn't matter. I'd like to order one and have it delivered to room 503, building 5, at 11 a.m. tomorrow, is that alright?"

Nan Yan was at a loss; he had never thought of selling cakes.

But seeing the expectant looks in the eyes of the lady and the little girl, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded.

Unexpectedly, after this started, several other homeowners came over to ask if they could order cakes.

Some wanted to give it to their children for breakfast, others wanted to entertain guests. Everyone thought the cake was delicious and was willing to spend money to buy it, even paying a deposit.

Before long, Nan Yan received an order for ten cakes, but he dared not accept the deposit.

He was both nervous and excited. He quickly memorized everyone's addresses, phone numbers, and requests, and then carried the empty tray home.

Nan Yan felt a little uneasy.

He knew he could make ten cakes, but he wasn't sure if it was even possible.

He took out his phone and watch and cautiously made a call to Wei Xun.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. Wei Xun's voice sounded a little hurried: "Hello, what's up?"

"Sir, I...I wanted to ask...would it be possible for me to make and sell cakes?"

"You can make your own decision. I'm busy right now." Wei Xun hadn't actually heard what Nan Yan was saying. He was swamped with work because a major shareholder wanted to withdraw his investment.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Nan Yan felt a little disappointed, but also relieved.

Since the gentleman didn't object, it should be okay, right?

He immediately opened his tablet and searched online for detailed recipes for chiffon cakes, as well as techniques for mass production.

Then I took out the ingredients I had just bought today, counted them, and found that I didn't have enough ingredients to make ten cakes.

He glanced at the time; it was only eight o'clock, and the supermarket should still be open.

He bought enough cake flour, eggs, milk, butter, sugar, and some fresh fruit, planning to make a fruit-filled chiffon cake, which he thought would be more popular.

That night, Wei Xun appeared to have not returned home.

The next morning, he started working, following online tutorials and his own experience from the previous day.

The oven dinged, and the first batch of cakes was ready.

Nan Yan put on heat-resistant gloves, took the cake out, and inverted it onto the cooling rack.

Then, he packed the cakes into cake boxes, ate a little something, and began preparing to deliver the cakes.

He delivered the cakes door-to-door according to the addresses on the orders. The residents of the community were very happy to see that he delivered the cakes on time, praising him for his punctuality and saying that the cakes looked delicious.

When the cake was delivered to apartment 503 in building 5, the lady from yesterday accepted it with a smile: "Thank you so much for delivering it so early."

"Of course," Nan Yan said with a smile.

At this moment, the lady's husband, a middle-aged man in a suit, walked over, took a bite of the cake, and nodded: "The taste is indeed very good, and the ingredients are exquisite."

He looked at Nan Yan and kindly reminded her, "Young man, your cake is delicious, but you don't have a food business license. Selling cakes privately like this is risky."

Nan Yan was stunned; he had never heard of such a thing as a food business license.

"I...I don't know."

"It's okay, you're new to this, so you might not know." The man said with a smile, "You can go and apply for a permit, bring your ID and health certificate and other documents."

"Well... I just enjoy making cakes."

"Is that so?" The man smiled and said, "I've invested in several chain bakeries. If you'd like, you can work at one of my shops. There's a one-month probation period, and the salary is 10,000 yuan. If you perform well after the probation period, your salary can increase. How about it?"

Nan Yan's heart stirred. He loved making cakes and wanted to have his own job so he wouldn't have to keep bothering Wei Xun.

But he didn't dare make the decision on his own and quickly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I need my husband's permission before I can reply to you."

"Okay, no problem." The man handed Nan Yan a business card: "This is my contact information. You can call me when you've decided."

Nan Yan took the business card and carefully put it into her pocket.

After delivering all the cakes, Nan Yan returned home.

He looked at the business card in his hand, feeling somewhat hesitant.

He really wanted to work at a bakery, where he could learn more cake-making skills, earn money, and prove his worth.

But he didn't know if Wei Xun would agree, after all, the master had said he would find him a tutor and a cardiologist.

He took out his phone and watch, wanting to call Wei Xun, but was afraid of disturbing his work.

After much deliberation, he decided to wait for Wei Xun to return and discuss the matter with him in person.