The car drives slowly through the roads in the area. The small villas along the road have a uniform appearance, making it completely impossible to identify which boss's home they belong to. Several students looked through the autumn water with their eyes, and finally surrendered collectively and turned around and asked Mr. Wei: "What is the house number of the sponsor's father?"
"How do I know?" Classmate Wei almost rolled his eyes at them. "I don't know the identities of the people living in my neighborhood. My family doesn't let me participate in the company's business and doesn't let me know these things. I just I know that there is a grandma named Zhang living next door. Which company she is related to, but my mother did not tell me. Besides, there are not only people who run companies living in this community, this is what my mother said."
The implication of Classmate Wei is that big bosses don’t like having their privacy exposed. Everyone had no choice but to give up and stop asking further questions. Xie Wanying asked just because she wanted to thank the boss for giving her the mobile phone.
The car stopped at the house number 16, which is the home of classmate Wei.
After getting off the bus, several classmates followed Mr. Wei into the house and started working immediately.
A group of people who have never studied cooking can imagine the next result. After tinkering for a long time, it turns out that there is some relationship between academic excellence and cooking skills, but not much. Especially when there is no experience and no guidance from study books, it is equivalent to a blind man trying to figure out the elephant.
After spending nearly two hours and finally boiling two large pots of cocoa powder, the group of people sat on their chairs and sighed. Students, you look at me and I look at you: Why does this seem to be not as easy as taking the exam? A master who can cook in the clinic is really admirable.
"You asked your mother to help us write how to make chocolate. The question is why the time didn't write it." Zhang Desheng took the simple note left by Wei's mother and asked Wei how to do things.
There is no specific cooking time, so they used to cook black dishes in a black box.
"My mother said how long to cook it is easy for us to figure out." Wei Shangquan, a classmate, quoted Wei's mother as saying.
"I have a feeling that your mother may have never made chocolate cake." Classmate Pan Shihua said sadly.
It's over, Holmes Pan is destined to decline as soon as he opens his mouth.
Zhang Desheng and Zhao Zhaowei glared at classmate Pan: How could you predict a good result like you are like a crow?
The basis of classmate Pan's speculation is simple and crude. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. Not to mention domestic, there are not many ordinary people abroad who actually make Western-style desserts at home. Making Western-style desserts is very time-consuming and labor-intensive. If you are not a professional chef and pastry chef, who has the time to study this stuff all day long?
"Do you know anyone who can make chocolate?" Zhang Desheng adjusted his glasses. The top priority was to find a teacher who could make chocolate.
"I'll call and ask my mother again." Student Wei Shangquan scratched his head, hoping that the worst outcome would not be expected by Holmes Pan.
Some of the boys were a little trembling, fearing that they would be beaten to death by other students in the class if they brought classmate Xie to make a black dish later that they couldn't send to Senior Brother Cao: "Look at you idiots."
"You call." Classmate Zhang Desheng waved his hand for Classmate Wei to try.
A group of classmates watched with uneasiness as Classmate Wei called his mother.
After a while, classmate Wei, who was holding his cell phone, turned around and said to everyone: "Let's have lunch first and discuss it in the afternoon."
This classmate Wei, what are you doing! It was obvious that Holmes Pan's crow's mouth was right, and there was nothing Mother Wei could do. The other three boys wiped their faces together: It's going to be over.
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