Chen Xueyun drew an electric griddle, Guan Zhizhi drew a steamer, Lan Qingyue and Yu Qingqing drew an oven, Lin Ranran drew a frying pan, and Si Yiming drew a deep fryer. Each tool was labeled with the type of pastry the guest needed to make.

Lan Qingyue: Western-style pastries.

Guan Zhizhi: Chinese Style

Yu Qingqing: Western-style pastries

Chen Xueyun: Chinese and Western options are both available

Lin Ranran: Chinese and Western options available

Simin: Chinese and Western options available

Simin: "!!!"

Is this good luck or bad luck?

Chu Chu was still thinking about the cake. Seeing Lan Qingyue finish drawing her lot, she immediately ran over, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed Lan Qingyue's hand to pull it down so she could see the crumpled paper. "Mommy, Chu Chu wants to see! When are we going to eat cake?!"

She'd been craving it for so long, her mouth was practically watering.

Lan Qingyue poked Chu Chu's chubby cheeks and waved the crumpled paper in her hand, saying, "Want some cake? Then make it yourself."

Chu Chu frowned, her little brows furrowing into a "囧" shape: "???"

Hsiu Kai-chieh, who was engrossed in playing with his yo-yo, swaggered over, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "You think it's so easy to get food? You have to do it yourself, understand? We all have to complete our tasks this morning before we can have pastries."

Compared to this three-year-old kid, seven-year-old Xiu Kaijie felt that he was really too smart, he understood at a glance, and didn't even need his mother to explain.

Chu Chu tilted her head, rested her pouty cheeks on her shoulder, and asked curiously, "Why~~~"

She knows she has to complete the task, but what does completing the task have to do with her wanting to eat cake?

Xiu Kaijie: "..."

Three years old is three years old. There's no point in explaining it; it just doesn't make sense. Xiu Kaijie walked away with a helpless expression, leaving Chu Chu looking completely bewildered.

"Pfft~" Lan Qingyue chuckled. These two kids were so funny. She hadn't even realized that Xiu Kaijie, the male supporting character, had such comedic potential.

Chu Chu, her chubby little hands jiggling, put one in her mouth and mumbled incoherently, "Mommy~ Chu Chu wants to eat cake~~~"

All you ever do is eat, you little foodie!

Lan Qingyue pinched Chu Chu's chubby cheeks with both hands, "Chu Chu, our task this morning is to make a cake, okay? We can only eat it after it's done, understand?"

Chu Chu stared blankly for a while before weakly nodding, "Yes, make a cake, eat cake~~~"

Lan Qingyue: "..."

Yes, yes, you're right, you little foodie!

The production team gave each guest three kilograms of flour, one kilogram each of low-gluten, medium-gluten, and high-gluten flour, five eggs, a packet of fine sugar, a carton of milk, and a lemon.

"That's all?" Simin shrugged, speechless. What could you possibly make with this little bit of food? Steamed buns?!

Director Cai couldn't help but roll his eyes and slapped Si Yiming hard from behind, startling him. He pointed to a table behind him and said, "Brother Si, see that table? All the ingredients are for everyone to use. You, do your best. Your brother is waiting for your pastries for lunch."

Simin: "!!!"

You...you...is this really okay?!

Si Yiming mischievously leaned closer to Director Cai, hooked his arm around his neck, and chuckled, "Brother, let me tell you, today is my first time making pastries, and I promise I'll do it properly. You'll be my first taster. If you think it's good, I'll share it with everyone. I want to thank you in advance for being willing to taste it for everyone!"