Xia Lu stared at the cake baking in the oven, nearly unable to tear her gaze away.
Zhang Ma had finished making fruit tea, poured a cup, and placed it on the table, "Madam, the cake will take time to bake properly, so there's no point in staring at it constantly. Whether you watch it or not, the outcome won't change," Zhang Ma said, "Why not have a cup of fruit tea to relax?"
Xia Lu finally redirected her unwavering attention away from the cake and walked over to the bar, "Zhang Ma, I made this cake exactly as you instructed, so if it doesn't turn out right, it must be the teacher's fault."
"All right, all right, it's my fault," Zhang Ma laughed, "If it turns out well, the credit goes to you, madam. If not, the blame is all on me. Are you happy now?"
Xia Lu took a sip of the sweet and sour fruit tea and nodded in satisfaction.
Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell rang out, and both of them looked towards the front door at the same time.
