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 time 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 same.
"Place the molds in the oven, and now... we wait for the smell to begin."
At first, the aroma was subtle, almost unnoticeable.
