"Holy cow, isn't this just too beautiful?"
The freshly fried Doodle Cakes had just been scooped out of the pot when Wei Qian and the others gathered around.
The intertwined pink and pale blue exterior, with delicate, clearly visible lines, looked just like neatly threaded silk on an embroidered ball, a truly pleasant sight.
Especially at the junction of the two types of dough, the slightly pinched creases resembled the intentional tightening of threads while weaving such an embroidered ball.
This shape, this appearance.
It's just like the real thing.
No, even more real than the real thing!
"Awesome, Lin Xu, your pastry skills are getting more and more impressive."
Wei Qian exclaimed in admiration but didn't rush to taste it.
After all, the Lady Boss was just outside, and he didn't dare to sample it first.
And with the Doodle Cake looking so lifelike, I feel like biting into it might get my teeth tangled in all those threads, he thought. Better let someone else try first.
