"Frankly, it's just fatigue from ugly things. Each one is weird and vulgar. It's fresh to watch once or twice, but no one can eat stinky tofu every day."
"That's exactly it. Some are as bad as fermented herring. Just look at Boss Wang; everything he makes is clean and beautiful. No wonder so many people like to watch."
Zhuo Qianqian once again pointed her phone at Wang Fan and began filming. Not sharing the cake-cutting moment is asking for heavenly retribution.
Wang Fan had completed the cake. This traditional cake from the Tatar ethnic group is not delicate but is full of the rugged and bold flavors of Northern Border cuisine.
The cake is brown-yellow overall, with cookie crumbs made from pie crust leftovers sprinkled all over the surface, creating a very comfortable feeling.
Wang Fan had already cut a piece, the fork like a forklift delivering goods inserted into the bottom of the cake. As Wang Fan gently pulled it out, Zhuo Qianqian activated the special mode.
