Chapter 2357: Guessed Right
The car slowly drove through the district’s road. The small villas along the way had a unified appearance, making it impossible to distinguish whose house it was. A few students, gazing longingly, finally collectively surrendered and turned to ask Student Wei, "What’s the sponsor’s house number?"
"How should I know?" Student Wei was about to roll his eyes at them, "I don’t know what kind of people live in my neighborhood. My family doesn’t let me get involved with the business, they didn’t let me know about these things. All I know is that there’s an old woman named Zhang living next door, and as for which company she’s related to, my mom didn’t tell me. Besides, it’s not just business owners living in this area, that’s what my mom said."
Student Wei’s implied meaning was that bosses don’t like their privacy being exposed. Everyone had to drop the subject and stop asking. Xie Wanying was only asking to thank the sponsor for sending her a phone back in the day.
The car stopped at number sixteen, which was Student Wei’s home.
After getting out of the car, the students followed Student Wei into the house and immediately started working.
A group of people who’ve never looked into cooking you can imagine the results. After tinkering for a long time, it turned out that academic prowess has little to no correlation with cooking skills, especially in the absence of experience and books to guide them, it’s like the blind feeling an elephant.
After nearly two hours, having burned two large pots of cocoa powder, the group sat in chairs and sighed. The students looked at each other: Why is this job seemingly harder than exams, and it’s awe-inspiring how the culinary bosses on the clinical side can cook.
"You let your mom help us write the chocolate recipe, the problem is why didn’t she write down the time," Zhang Desheng questioned Student Wei holding a simple note left by Mother Wei.
Without specific cooking time, they were previously creating black cuisine in a black box.
"My mom said how long to cook is something we’ll easily figure out ourselves," Wei Shangquan conveyed Mother Wei’s words.
"I have a feeling your mom might not have made chocolate cake," Pan Shihua said worriedly.
That’s it, as soon as Sherlock Holmes Pan opened his mouth, it’s bound to go wrong.
Zhang Desheng and Zhao Zhaowei glared at Student Pan hard: You and your jinx mouth, can’t you ever predict something good?
Student Pan’s speculation was based on simplicity and bluntness. It has nothing to do with wealth. Not speaking of domestic, even abroad, common people making Western sweets at home, one would think there aren’t many. Making Western sweets is time and energy-consuming, who would have the leisure as a non-professional pastry chef to research this stuff all day?
"Do you know anyone who can make chocolate?" Zhang Desheng adjusted his glasses, urgently needing to find a teacher who can make chocolate.
"I’ll call my mom and ask again." Wei Shangquan scratched his head, hoping Sherlock Holmes Pan hadn’t predicted the worst outcome.
Several boys felt a bit of shiver inside, afraid that soon they would produce black cuisine with Student Xie that they couldn’t send to Senior Cao, and the four of them would be hammered to death by other classmates: Look at you idiots.
"Make the call." Zhang Desheng gestured for Student Wei to try.
A bunch of students watched nervously as Student Wei called his mom.
After a while, Student Wei, holding the phone, turned and said to everyone, "Let’s have lunch first and discuss it in the afternoon."
That Student Wei, what are you doing? Obviously, Sherlock Holmes Pan jinxed it right, Mother Wei had no solution. The other three boys wiped their faces in unison: We’re doomed.