Shi Rong, Jiang Qianxue’s mother, knocked on the door. "Xiao Xue, I am coming now."
Walking into the room, she noticed that Xiao Xue was staring the ceiling, lying on her bed, wearing her pajamas.
"Xiao Xue, there’s fresh-baked cake and black tea, would you like some?" Mother handed the plate over in front of Xiao Xue.
Xiao Xue suddenly came back from her deep thoughts, getting up from her bed embarrassedly.
"Yes, yes, I would like to have some!" she responded.
Shi Rong was a full-time house wife, and very good at baking cake. Plus, she used only the top baking materials, so her baked goodies were much better than those from the bakeries. When Jiang Tianda’s old friends and former subordinates came to their house for parties, they all loved her baking. There were not a lot of people who tried her baking, but a few housewives from her community even requested to become her students — There was a saying that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.