The wonderful smell of bread and cake which Mei Mei had been smelling was not coming from inside the house, it was from outside.
When she went to take a look, she was surprised to see a full on baking session outside in the compound. Machines had been set up on tables, ovens were burning, relatives were sweating.
Madam Feng was in the center of the chaos, chef's hat on her head, wrapped in a yellow flour dusted apron that was marked, "Baker of the gods." Her voice was loud and commanding with years of experience from handling unskilled employees to angry customers. It rang out like a war horn as she shouted instructions.
"Jun Yi! I said gently whisk, you are creating a delicacy, not giving a dog a bath. And someone get Big Yellow away from the cooling rack. If he eats one more cupcake, I will turn you all into dough."
