Chapter 502 Making the Cake
Diana paused for a moment, then quickly caught on and turned to ask Benjamin, "Are we making the cake today?"
Benjamin nodded while inflating a balloon. "Yeah, but remember, tomorrow's cake is the real birthday cake. Today's just a practice run."
Diana wasn't very skilled at baking, so making a beautiful birthday cake was a bit challenging for her. That's why Jacob had arranged for some help in advance.
Since Benjamin had already said so, Diana didn't argue. After all, he was the star of the day, and she was happy to follow his lead.
"Alright, should we start making the cake now? We still have some time before lunch."
However, Jacob, who had been so eager earlier, shook his head mysteriously. "Mrs. Percy, let's wait a bit. There's no rush to make the cake right now."
Before Diana could ponder Jacob's words, Benjamin tugged at her sleeve, pleading, "Let's finish blowing up these balloons first. We still have a lot left."
She looked down at the decorations scattered on the floor and suddenly remembered decorating for Christmas with Evelyn five years ago.
Smiling at the memory, she knelt down, and Jacob handed her a pump. Diana and Benjamin sat cross-legged on the floor, inflating balloons together.
They chatted and laughed, and by 2 PM, the house was almost fully decorated.
They had a quick, casual lunch, too focused on the birthday party preparations to care much about food.
When Charles came home, he found the house transformed. The once cool-toned furniture was now adorned with colorful balloons and ribbons.
In one corner of the living room, there were "Happy Birthday" and "5" shaped balloons. Gift boxes were scattered on the floor, making the place look festive.
Charles stood there, taking it all in, when a pink balloon, not properly tied, rolled to his feet.
He picked it up. It was heart-shaped with a smiley face drawn on it, looking adorably plump.
He looked around, trying to find where the balloon was missing from so he could put it back.
Just then, a white blur darted to his feet, barking twice and startling him. He accidentally squeezed the balloon too hard, and it popped.
"Mr. Percy, are you causing trouble?" Benjamin's head popped out from behind the table.
He had come out for a drink of water and was surprised to see what had happened.
Charles, lips pressed together, stuffed the balloon remnants into his pocket and retorted, "No, it was an accident."
"Then blow up another balloon to replace it. Ms. Spencer and I worked hard all morning."
Benjamin handed him an uninflated balloon, watching him sternly, clearly supervising.
Charles was about to refuse when he saw Diana appear behind Benjamin.
She was wearing a frilly apron, her hair tied up in a bun with loose strands tucked behind her ears, looking serene and gentle.
This was exactly how Charles imagined his wife would look. He was momentarily dazed.
Seeing him hesitate, Benjamin pouted, "Mr. Percy, good kids admit their mistakes and fix them. You popped the balloon, so why not blow up another one?"
"What? You popped a balloon?" Diana asked, hearing Benjamin's words.
Diana had been about to call Benjamin to make the cake but was surprised by the scene. She wondered if Charles didn't like the decorations Jacob had prepared, and that's why he popped the balloon.
Thinking this, Diana quickly pulled Benjamin to her side and shook her head, "It's okay if it's broken. We can blow up another one later. If you don't like them, we can take them all down."
Benjamin looked up in surprise, "Why? It was clearly his fault..."
Before he could finish, Diana covered his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence.
Charles frowned and asked, "Do I seem that petty? They're just decorations. I'm not that stingy."
He paused, then brought the balloon Benjamin had given him to his lips and started blowing it up.
Diana's eyes widened as she watched him inflate the balloon.
"Here, it's replaced," Charles said, his cheeks sore from the effort. Blowing up balloons by mouth was no easy task, and he wondered how they had managed so many.
Benjamin took the balloon, now bigger and better than the last. "Mr. Percy, you're amazing. It's even better than using the tool."
"Tool? What tool?" Charles asked.
Diana picked up the pump from the table and shook it. "This one. But your lung capacity is impressive. No wonder you're the CEO of the Percy Group."
Charles's face darkened, pretending not to hear the teasing in her voice.
He knew there was a pump, but Benjamin had rushed him, and he had forgotten.
Seeing his awkward expression, Diana couldn't help but smile. It was rare to see Charles flustered, and it made him look more endearing than his usual aloof self.
"Mrs. Percy, the kitchen is ready. We can start making the cake," Jacob said, coming out of the kitchen. He quickly corrected himself, "Mr. Percy, you're back."
His words gave Charles an out, and he nodded slightly, "Yes."
Jacob beamed and invited, "Perfect timing, Mr. Percy. Let's make the cake together. The pastry chef you asked for is here."
He deliberately gave Charles the credit.
As expected, Diana and Benjamin looked at Charles with surprise.
Charles didn't correct him, maintaining his cool demeanor, "Alright."
The three of them headed to the kitchen, where a plump woman in a chef's hat and uniform greeted them. She looked professional and had a warm, friendly smile.
"Mr. Percy, Mrs. Percy, hello. I'm today's pastry chef. Are you ready to start making the cake?"
"I'm ready! Let's get started!" Benjamin exclaimed, raising his hand eagerly.
The pastry chef smiled and handed him a piece of paper, "Benjamin, this is the cake recipe."
Benjamin took it eagerly, seeing the list of ingredients and quantities.
"Making a cake is simple. Just prepare these ingredients, mix them together, and bake," the pastry chef explained, easing Diana's nerves. She had been worried about messing up the cake.
"Ms. Spencer, you prepare these. Mr. Percy, you handle these. I'll take care of the mixing," Benjamin quickly assigned tasks, standing in the middle like a little king.
If Charles hadn't seen the recipe, he might have believed Benjamin's instructions.
"You're not getting out of work that easily. Everyone does their part," Charles said.
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