This is an unofficial fan-made English translation of We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love).
Please do not re-translate to any other language without permission.
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"N'Peem, sift the flour, not shovel the sandbags. Do it gently." P'Aom said as she watched me who was sifting cake ingredients in the kitchen. "I'll come back to check on you later." She smiled encouragingly before taking out a tray of freshly baked cookies from the oven and heading to the front of the store.
"Yes, yes," I replied. I can't remember how many times I've heard these sentences. Feels like thousands of times for ten lifetimes, but the truth is it's only been three days. Only three whole days. Three days that felt like being in the Sahara Desert. I had to wake up at 6 AM every day to practice making cakes, which was entirely against my afternoon nature. I woke up before the shop opened and stayed until it closed, practicing until the staff left.
But I didn't stop. Heh heh. I kept practicing alone, repeatedly sifting flour, separating egg yolks and whites, mixing ingredients, and baking, following P'Aom's instructions to the T.
While waiting for the cake to transform from a near-liquid state to a soft, fragrant delight, I practiced making whipped cream for the frosting. Once the cake was ready, I practiced decorating it. By the time everything was done, it was past midnight. Walking home, I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. I fell into bed and passed out before my head even hit the pillow.
It was incredibly difficult for me. Making cakes was genuinely tough. Others might find it easy, but for me, who has zero cooking skills, no matter how hard I tried, it felt like rowing a boat in a jacuzzi—getting nowhere. I was just wasting the shop's ingredients daily. I wasn't born for this, understand? Aaghhhh!!!!
The first day I learned to make cakes with P'Aom, my cake came out looking like Khanom Krok (Thai coconut pancakes). The staff laughed so hard they nearly damaged their tongues and probably will tease me about this for life T^T. On the second day, it looked a bit better, but the dough was harder than ever before. If Phum ate it, he would probably have to get dental implants. Hehe.
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[Khanom Krok - Thai coconut pancakes. Crisp on the outside and custardy on the inside 😂]
Today, I had to start sifting flour again. Aagh! Oh god, I should just turn on the computer and make a virtual cake for Phum. It would be easier, right? I didn't understand why it was so difficult. With just half a day until Phum's birthday, my cake still looked like Khanom Krok. What should I do? Oh god, Peem wants to die.
Phum kept calling since the first day I came home, I accepted some and rejected some. When the calls became frequent, I turned off my phone. Then I called for backup, certain that Phum would sneak over to my house. If he came, he would know what I was hiding.
And the reason I survived all three days was because of the kindness, assistance, and help from an honorary assistant. That person is...Fang. He helped pull Phum back and kept me updated on Phum's situation.
