Cheesecake pie

Hello my dear friends!
Today I thought about it a little and made up this story about an ordinary cake. I hope you enjoy it!
All photos were taken on my smartphone xiaomi MI A 3

"Tamara Viktorovna," she said, offering warm milk with sweet bread. A neighbor Marina Gennadievna came, and the grandmothers started talking about what to give their grandchildren for the New Year. Alexey is already eight years old, and he wants cotton candy," the neighbor said thoughtfully.

There's something wrong with you - there's always a little fly in the ointment!": Tamara Viktorovna answered in disappointment. The neighbor just shrugged his shoulders and pretended not to notice this somewhat harsh remark. He loved Tamara Viktorovna's delicious cottage cheese and did not want to leave ahead of time.

"She also asked me for a scooter, but my legs have been hurting lately when I go to town for gifts. The other day, the grandson of the eldest son of Aleftina Viktorovna came to visit and helped this student. He ordered it for me over the Internet and inexpensively. I promised to bring it tomorrow," the neighbor continued amiably.

"Scooters are good, movement is useful for children, and now children hang out at the computer more often and look at their mobile phone all the time, well, where has life gone," a neighbor supports Tamara Viktorovna.

'And you have a very delicious scroll, I can't resist, I ate a lot again at night, I have to go, thank you for the tea and treats, happy New Year!'. the neighbor smiled.

In the morning Tamara Viktorovna got a call from her eldest granddaughter. She wanted to tell her that she was going to order a "cheesecake" on the Internet to choose something cheaper and with a large selection, and that her grandmother would give it to her granddaughter.

But Grandma heard only the first few words and didn't want to hear anything else: "How does she know that I can order a cheesecake over the Internet? And she said something so rubbery, ugh." The granddaughter grew up on cheesecakes as soon as she could say such words to her grandmother, and since she came to visit, she asks for cheesecakes and eats them for both cheeks, like a little girl, although she has already grown up. When she comes back, I'll remind her that she can't even buy one cheesecake." Tamara thought so and was angry with her granddaughter for half a day. But in the evening, when she was preparing to knead the dough, she forgave him, loved her grandchildren and began to love them all equally. If you hold a grudge, you don't know how to cook. That's what Grandma Tamara always said.