After their dinner, Zhao Lifei walked to the fridge and pulled out her failed attempt at a custard pudding which had collapsed and tasted bitter due to the burnt caramel. There were also too many bubbles on the sides of the pudding, indicating the temperature was uneven when it was being steamed. Overall, it was as unappetizing as it was ugly.
Too embarrassed to show such a mess to Yang Feng, she was prepared to throw it in the trash, when Yang Feng came up from behind her, settling his head on her shoulders.
"What is it?" He asked her, his eyes trailing to the dessert in front of him.
"Nothing." She hurriedly said, covering it with her body, inching it towards the trash can.
Yang Feng saw what she was about to do and grabbed the plate, suppressing the urge to laugh at the pudding. "Let's leave the desserts to me next time."
