The double-layered cake was exquisitely and beautifully made, with a neat layer of cream on the outside, topped with an assortment of neatly cut fruits.
Glenn Hutchinson placed it on the stone table.
"Who made this?"
Caught off guard, Flossie Wright came to her senses and couldn't help but ask.
Glenn Hutchinson sat down, opening his mouth with calm, "I did."
"You?"
Flossie Wright looked up in surprise.
"Yes."
To this, Glenn Hutchinson was utterly composed.
Taken aback, Flossie Wright furrowed her brows tightly and then asked, "Who taught you?"
"My mom."
"...Oh."
Flossie Wright nodded in realization.
Although she didn't think Kirana Williams's cooking skills were great, she was even more unconvinced that Glenn Hutchinson was proficient in everything, even baking something like cake.
After glancing at the cake a few times, Flossie Wright shrugged her shoulders, "Thanks."
She wasn't much of a cake eater, too greasy and not to her taste.
