"The firewood must be spread out, and the fire must be even. You can't just focus on one place. It can't be big one moment and small the next." Su Wen was not very good at burning firewood, but she knew the principle and could teach Su Qing what she knew.
Making cakes was only a temporary way to make money. Without the tools, it would not last long. Her later plans were to wait for the farmer's market to be built, get a storefront and start on other businesses.
As for what kind of business she would be doing, she already had some ideas. The details would depend on the grade of the fur provided by He Changming.
Soon, the aroma of the cake wafted through the layers of pot covers and cloth.
Su Qing's heart which had been nervous for the whole night gradually calmed down. She looked at Su Wen excitedly and said, "Big sister, is this a success? I smell something, it smells so good! It smells so good."
