Five hundred sixteen, influence

"Luo Shu, where did you put that cake?" Thinking of the cake, Zhang Xiaoling asked curiously. The kitchen was so small that everything was plain to see.

"It's right behind you," Luo Shu said with a smile, pointing behind Zhang Xiaoling.

Zhang Xiaoling turned around and indeed saw a pot behind her, and said in surprise, "Did I just see things?" She was certain the pot wasn't there before, so how had it suddenly appeared?

"It has always been there; you just didn't notice. Have you learned how to make the cake?" Luo Shu changed the subject.

"I've learned it, I'll try making it when I get back. So, when are we going to sell cakes?" asked Zhang Xiaoling. She was really looking forward to it and wondered how many people would buy their cakes.

"You can go whenever you want," Luo Shu said with a laugh. After all, there was still a month to go before the exam, and there was nothing else to do at home.