The rain finally ceased, and the sky was cleansed of dust. The clouds drifted away like a light veil, revealing the long-missed, faint blue.
"Director Deng, Director Jiang, how does the osmanthus rice cake taste? Is it palatable enough?"
Liang Yinqiu looked at them with an expectant smile, confident in the flavor of her osmanthus rice cake.
Huang Jun's culinary skills were already legendary within the kindergarten; those who tasted his creations knew that his name was synonymous with deliciousness.
Seeing Deng Manli and Director Jiang's satisfied reactions after tasting, Liang Yinqiu felt a sense of joy from successfully promoting the cake.
Deng Manli savored the osmanthus rice cake in her mouth, the sweet and soft texture accompanied by the scent of osmanthus, compelling her to praise: "Hmm, this osmanthus rice cake is quite nice! The texture is delicate, sweet but not overpowering, with a pervasive fragrance; it's really good!"
