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The next morning, the aroma of mocha and fried pancakes filled the dining room of the Pei family.
Du Meilan stood in front of a built-in steamer with her apron tied.
She was the one who baked the waffles this morning.
In the middle of the white French plate, there was a stack of soft brownish-yellow pancakes. One side was charred and the other side was soft. They were neatly stacked together and would jiggle when shook.
It was so soft that it could be easily cut with a fork.
It melted in the mouth into a milky fragrance.
"Madam, your cooking is getting better and better." The servant was full of praise. It's better than the chef's,"
"I'm not happy about that." Du Meilan smiled and asked them to bring some to the table.
She only became interested in cooking after she returned to China.
In the past, she was very good at tasting, and in this aspect, her taste matched Master Pei's very well.
