Huo Zhanting instinctively opened his mouth. The soft cake base, combined with the fragrant and sweet egg yolk and butter, was absolutely exquisite. Facing An Lan's expectant gaze, he swallowed the remaining cake in his mouth, "It's delicious."
"As long as it's delicious, I was worried about the proportions being off." An Lan didn't notice Huo Zhanting's unusual expression. Receiving the compliment, she turned around with the baking tray in her arms.
Little Wangzi pouted unhappily, "Mama, it was Wangzi who wanted to eat it. Why didn't you give it to Wangzi, but instead to Daddy? Mama is biased."
"You little rascal, you even know about biases." An Lan pinched Wangzi's nose, then crouched down to give each of the three kids a piece of cake.
