The morning sun peeked through the window as Lala quietly tiptoed into the kitchen. Today, she wanted to surprise her mom with something special—a batch of warm, soft steamed cakes.
She gathered the simple ingredients from the shelves: flour, sugar, milk, and a little baking powder. Mixing them together in a bowl, she stirred carefully, humming a cheerful tune. The batter was smooth and creamy, just the way Mom liked it.
Next, Lala poured the mixture into small colorful cups. She placed them neatly inside the steamer, adding enough water to the pot. As the steam began to rise, the kitchen filled with a comforting warmth. Lala peeked through the lid, watching the batter slowly puff up into fluffy little cakes.
While she waited, she set the table with two cups of tea, arranging a few flowers in a tiny vase. She wanted everything to be perfect. The smell of the cakes drifted through the air, sweet and inviting.
Finally, the timer dinged. Lala lifted the lid, and a cloud of fragrant steam escaped. The cakes were ready—soft, warm, and golden. She placed them on a plate and carried them carefully to the table.
Just then, Mom walked in, surprised. “Lala! What’s all this?”
Lala smiled shyly. “I made steamed cakes for you, Mom. I wanted you to enjoy something sweet this morning.”
Mom’s eyes softened as she tasted one. “Delicious! You made these all by yourself?”
Lala nodded proudly. “Yes!”
Mom hugged her tightly. “You’re such a thoughtful girl. These cakes taste even better because you made them with love.”
The two of them sat together, sipping tea and enjoying the cakes. For Lala, nothing felt better than making her mom smile.
