Huang Xiaoyang finally decided to use a slightly softer approach, pointing out some obvious issues.
Chen Rui fell into contemplation, her eyes filled with confusion, recalling her baking methods with a small twinge. After a moment, she asked Huang Xiaoyang, "Can you demonstrate it?"
Today is the weekend, and Mom had nothing much to do. She was also interested in the cake-making affair, so she asked Huang Xiaoyang to demonstrate.
Huang Xiaoyang laughed, "Alright then."
Then, he spent the afternoon making cakes.
The small house had an even smaller kitchen, and it felt a bit crowded with three people turning around.
The weather in late October had noticeably cooled down, the air mingling with the scent of milk and sugar, creating a warm atmosphere.
Near evening, Chen Rui left satisfied and said to Huang Xiaoyang, "I'll see you again tomorrow."
This time, Huang Xiaoyang didn't readily agree. He thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow?"
