What was presented before everyone was a seemingly ordinary plate of crispy fried butter cake, yet the aroma wafting from it was utterly enticing, and surprisingly, the cake had many unusual patterns within it.
Anyone who had cooked before knew that when making a crispy cake, due to fermentation, there would invariably be some cracks.
But during the cooking process, Chen Yu managed to transform these cracks into patterns, which looked quite aesthetic and grand.
The middle-aged man nearby was now overwhelmingly busy, already sweating profusely.
His hands became frantic, and while adjusting the sauce, he accidentally messed up some of the proportions, and could only start anew.
Chen Yu, on the other hand, seemed calm and collected, frying up a large pot and placing it on his stall for the people on this street to taste at will.
