Cake had actually found its way to Xiahua long ago, but it was a treat only the wealthy could enjoy. Even now, you could only find it in high-end restaurants that catered to foreign guests.
The larger supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores did sell them, but those cloyingly sweet, palm-sized little cakes were ridiculously expensive at two yuan each. And the taste was a far cry from what Chef Zhu made!
It didn't matter if they were men or women; everyone cradled their cake and dug in, too busy eating to even speak.
They never knew that something so delicious could be made from just eggs, milk, and flour.
They wondered if Chef Zhu was an immortal, possessed of some magical Immortal Technique.
