The oven chimed, signaling the end of the baking process. Quan Tianyou, wearing oven mitts, took out the baking tray, and the aroma immediately began to spread.
"Mmm, it smells so good!"
Sister Wu, holding tongs, transferred the cake onto a plate and handed it to them. "Have a taste! It should be pretty good!"
Su Liuying picked up a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and after tasting it, said, "Sister Wu, although I followed the same steps as you taught, the taste of my cake still falls short of yours, and the texture isn't as delicious either!"
Sister Wu chuckled, "Miss, for a first attempt, this is already quite impressive! Making a cake isn't just about following the steps; even master bakers might have slight differences in flavor with each batch. As for the texture, it may be that some coarse particles weren't sifted out during your process, affecting the mouthfeel."
"Is that so? I never knew there was so much to it! I'll have to try again next time!"
