On the way, Yuan Zhou and Man Man walked side by side.
"What are the materials this time?" Yuan Zhou asked concisely.
"Still the flour and white sugar. Sorry to bother you, Compass." Man Man was an adorable girl. With a smile, she appeared more lovable.
"Have you changed your supplier?" Yuan Zhou frowned and asked.
"Yeah. Last time you said there were some problems with the flour, which surprisingly turned out to be moldy and bleached. Of course, I wouldn’t dare to use it anymore." Man Man stuck out her tongue, still having a lingering fear.
Last time, before Yuan Zhou went out for the honey, Man Man specially sent a new product, the cocktail cake, to him based on their good relationships. When Yuan Zhou just opened the bag and gave a sniff, however, he told her directly, "Why did you send me a cake made from moldy flour?"
