The molds, small bowls prepared in advance, were ready. Jiang Qiuqiu brushed butter onto the bottom of the bowls and poured in the batter. "To let more people have a taste of the cake, we’re only making one small cake per bowl. And since it’s just one, we can pour in a little extra batter."
The batter bulged slightly, forming a small peak. As always, Jiang Qiuqiu only slowed down for the first one, explaining as she worked. After that, her speed—was practically a blur.
With a series of quick, practiced motions—a shake, a tilt, a pour—she had all twenty molds filled in the ti it took to exchange a few words.
"For this dessert, we’ll be using a new tool: the oven."
The ovens of old had already been replicated in this era. Though their power and operation differed slightly, their basic function remained the sa.
"Place the molds in the oven, and now... we wait for the sll to begin."
At first, the aroma was subtle, almost unnoticeable.
Only those with a keen sense of sll could perhaps catch a slight, clean scent.
Then, as ti went on, the cara focused on the transparent oven door. Everyone could clearly see the still-liquid batter slowly expand, rising into little dos.
The aroma grew stronger.
The egg, sugar, and flour combined and reacted under the high heat, becoming soft and fluffy. A rich, sweet fragrance drilled straight out of the oven.
#What is that sll?#
#Mmm, it slls so good! So good!#
#So sweet, this scent... it’s overwhelmingly sweet!#
#I don’t know why, but my traitorous drool is just pouring from the corner of my mouth—#
#Now I get why Juju said this aroma is completely different from Braised Gugu at but just as potent. This sll drills right into your brain. I want it so bad!#
"But this isn’t even when it slls the best, you know."
Ten minutes passed. Natural cracks appeared on the surface of the cakes. A web of fissures spread across their caral-colored tops, revealing the snow-white ’belly’ within. Jiang Qiuqiu used a large pair of tongs to pull the molds out.
It was an utterly mouth-watering aroma.
On the other side of the holographic screen, Changbei gulped. His pupils slowly narrowed into vertical slits, his orange irises filled with craving. "Th-that batter suddenly looks so good! Is the color of the cake almost the sa as my eyes?"
"Qiudao, it slls so good!"
"..."
"Mm," Qiudao replied, swishing his tail.
The screen was flooded with creative complints about how fragrant Qiuqiu’s dessert was. She thanked everyone for their praise, then quickly removed the cakes from their molds and placed them under the scanner.
"I love hearing all your praise, but it’s getting late. Let’s eat up and get so rest soon, okay?"
"I’m getting a little sleepy myself."
The first wave of cakes was quickly distributed. This ti, it was a special giveaway. Qualification wasn’t based on who was fastest; instead, anyone could enter the draw. The system then randomly selected ten thousand lucky fans from the participants to taste the sweet, delicious cake.
She had made twenty cakes this ti, enough to serve 200,000 fans.
But with over seven hundred thousand people currently watching online, Jiang Qiuqiu said nothing more and simply took out a new set of molds.
"Those of you who’ve been selected can start eating now. If you weren’t chosen, please hang on a little longer! I’ll do my best to let everyone taste tonight’s cake~"
She took out even smaller molds and began working at an even faster pace.
Cake after cake was sent to the scanning platform. Jiang Qiuqiu grew increasingly weary. After sending out cakes to nearly 600,000 lucky winners, she was overco with drowsiness and had no choice but to end the stream and go to sleep.
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