Lu Xinyi was in her own world again as she baked her devil's food cake. Her friends would see her building layers of flavors and the world of delicacies as she prepared and measured her ingredients. It was as if her movements were choreographed and practiced for weeks. Once in a while, her lips curled into a smile and nodding to herself like baking the cake was all she could think of.
The tickling sound of the timer made her aware of the task she needed to finish on time. She stopped adding butter on her stand mixer and lifted her gaze at the timer. She also pondered why the lighting got suddenly so bright. Was it because the last round made everyone eager to see who would prevail this year?
