Five hundred fifteen, thick-skinned

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"This is the first time I've tasted such good tea; it's even sweeter than juice," Zhang Xiaoling also looked regretful. If she could, she would really like to buy a pack to drink."

After chatting with Zhang Xiaoling for a while, Luo Shu got up and walked into the kitchen, "I'm going to make a cake now; you can watch." She didn't have the tools handy, so she decided to make do with a pot for now.

She took out a bowl and gathered the ingredients—eggs, flour, sugar—and Luo Shu began to work.

Zhang Xiaoling watched intently, not wanting to forget any steps, and specially asked Luo Shu for paper and pen to jot them down.

In about half an hour, a mouthwatering aroma wafted through the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Zhang Xiaoling looked at the pot on the gas stove, steaming with cake, and couldn't help but swallow.

Luo Shu smiled slightly, lifted the lid of the pot to check on the cake, and handed Zhang Xiaoling a pair of chopsticks, "Have a taste!"