Ning Anhui wasn't studying in the academy, so he wasn't afraid of Dean Lu. When he heard this, he even leaned over curiously. "Oh, you're talking about sponge cake? This is already my sister's early work. The new product is even better. Why don't you try it, Sir?"
As he spoke, he even guided him. "For example, look at the light purple sandwich in the middle of this Taro Cake Roll. They're all processed from taro, but the texture is very different from what we usually eat. Look at this Mianmian Cake. If not for the fact that the cream is too difficult to preserve, my sister would definitely pack the Cloud Cake for you. The texture is really like a cloud. It won't be sweet or greasy when it enters your mouth. Also, this small biscuit is soft and crispy. It has any texture you want and is convenient to preserve. My brother and Zhao Yan like to bring it to school every day."
"Oh, right. They seemed to have brought a portion for…" Teacher Chen today.