Xia Mo finally understood the meaning of Shen Man's words before she had left.
Lin Wan was not a simple person, but she wasn't that complicated either. She wasn't like the salted fish that everybody thought she was. She just wasn't the type of person who tried to get on people's good side by pretending to be nice. She wasn't pretentious.
The pot of fruit tea she had made yesterday must have been very delicious. Xia Mo's eyes were filled with admiration for Lin Wan. When she was Lin Wan's age, she had only just come into contact with desserts. For the next twelve years, she had to rely on herself. Two days ago, she had even shown off her skills in front of Lin Wan...
Xia Mo had a bold idea. If Napoleon cake was a success this time, she would request Lin Wan to be her mentor.
Lin Wan did not understand what was so difficult about Napoleon cake. She wondered why Xia Mo admired her so much. 'Were there no other excellent dessert chefs in this world?'
