Just as Lin Qing was saying "disgusting," the steaming temperature got a bit high, and the custard stuffing started to release oil.
So, in everyone's eyes, the dark yellow sticky lump in the plate began to spill golden oil...
Chen Muxue quickly asked Xiaohu to lower the heat: "I knew it, luckily I saved most of the egg yolk outside, just need to stir it evenly later."
Lin Qing held his forehead, slightly too embarrassed to watch: "So this is mooncake filling?"
Cen Lizhui saw his expression and secretly chuckled, but he quickly curbed his slightly schadenfreude feelings and said seriously: "You can't cook, what do you know, don't interfere with others cooking."
Hearing the word "shit," Lin Qing got even more imaginative and coughed lightly: "Although I can't cook, I consider myself well-versed in the culinary arts. I've seen countless pastry chefs make mooncakes, and I've never seen anything like this..."
Lin Qing deliberately emphasized the word "pastry."
