Just as he entered the house, Zhou Mingchen immediately caught the waft of roasted chestnuts filling every corner. The aroma was so overwhelming that it was hard to ignore. He walked into the dining room and saw several pieces of cake on the table, similar in color but different in shape.
"What's this?"
"Oh, the lady of the house tried making chestnut cakes today. She really liked the cakes that Miss Lin sent over yesterday and wanted to try making some herself," Zhang Ma answered as she walked out of the kitchen.
Zhou Mingchen casually picked up a piece, took a spoon, and scooped a small bite into his mouth. Without needing a thorough taste, he could tell that this cake didn't match the taste of the ones brought over by Lin Xilin. Clearly, she hadn't succeeded.
