(Biting my finger, wishing for collection, wishing for votes, wishing for reviews, may everything go smoothly next Monday, someone is going on a business trip again, a miserable April, waiting for the May holiday.)
Occupying the prime front row seats, Su and Yang inevitably became the first to be taste-tested.
As Teacher Pei Luo walked into the classroom, he immediately saw the ashen-faced Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu. He first nodded to Wen Maixue, then glanced at the dessert made by Su Ziceng and the others. It was pitch-black, a generous amount of cocoa powder indeed.
"The flavor is quite light," Teacher Pei Luo took a bite.
"Not enough cream," Wen Maixue also took a bite, her eyebrows raised like a joyful note.
"Quite crunchy," Teacher Pei Luo took another bite,
"Baked a bit too hard," Wen Maixue thought about the taste in her mouth, and the note jumped a bit higher.
"It even has a hint of alcohol," Teacher Pei Luo finished an entire piece.
