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40. | ʟᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴜᴇʙᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱ
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𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 |
"𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏- 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑," Y/N laughed, grabbing Mason's arm quickly before he could pour it into the bowl. The Chelsea player couldn't help but chuckle, finding her reaction adorable. He obediently placed the bowl of sugar down, enjoying their lighthearted exchange.
"No, it's not. I added the right amount," He argued, shrugging off his girlfriend's arm.
"Mason- listen to me."
"It's supposed to be sweet, no?" Mason teased, watching as Y/N stirred in the flour. He reached for the sugar again, playfully attempting to pour more into the mixture. But Y/N was swift in her response, swatting Mason's hand away and giving him a mock glare.
While she held her determined expression, Mason couldn't contain his laughter. He found her playfulness irresistible, and it only fueled his mischievous nature.
"Come on, a little extra sweetness won't hurt," Mason insisted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. However, Y/N was determined to stick to the recipe, her focus unwavering.
"Listen to me and follow the recipe," she huffed, gently nagging her boyfriend.
Relenting, Mason decided to play along, knowing that their playful banter was all part of the fun. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing against Y/N's cheek for a brief, cheeky kiss before whispering in her ear.
"Yes, chef." He huffed in surrender, making the girl smile happily.
"Do you want to mix the frosting?" She asked, motioning to the ceramic bowl that contained powdered sugar, cream cheese, and butter.
Mason nodded and quickly turned on the mixer, watching the ingredients mold together. After a while of mixing together the frosting, Mason was quick to turn off the machine and inspect his work.
His eyebrow raised in confusion as he noticed the yellow mixture staring back at him. He looked up and noticed his girlfriend silently distributing cake batter into three different tins, ensuring each tin had the appropriate amount of batter.
"Babe? Is it supposed to look yellow?" Mason asked, his curiosity piqued.
Y/N placed her bowl down, walked over to where Mason stood, and peered into the bowl.
"Just the blue food coloring," she said, sliding the bottle over to him.
Mason picked up the bottle. As he carefully added a drop of food coloring to the frosting, the yellow mixture shifted and transformed, taking on a delightful blue hue. The color spread through the frosting.
