This taste completely changed his understanding of Western-style pastries! He never knew there were such delicious things!

Especially after hearing that this thing, which filled four plates, didn't increase the cost much, he proudly praised Yang Yajing as a little genius.

"Isn't your daughter smart?" Yang Yajing boasted, head held high.

"As expected of my daughter, you've inherited all my talents!" Yang Guohua laughed heartily.

“You’ve clearly surpassed your teacher!” Sylvia Chang nudged Yang Guohua. “Could you make this cake?”

"The student has surpassed the teacher! The student has surpassed the teacher! My daughter has made something of herself!"

"Ya Jing, how should we sell this cake?" Sylvia Chang asked Yang Ya Jing.

"Don't sell them yet. I've invited some kids to try them tomorrow, and I also want to save some for Uncle Zhou to take over!" Yang Yajing winked mysteriously at Zhang Aijia. "If they're good, I'd like to wholesale some plastic boxes, six in a box, and sell each box for three yuan?"

"Three dollars? That's much smaller than the original cake. You still want it for fifty cents?" Sylvia Chang is a practical person and wondered if some people would think it was too expensive.

"Mom! Don't worry! Xinghualou only sells four for ten yuan a box, and there's no other store selling them here. It's bound to be a hit!" Yang Yajing said confidently.

Unable to win an argument with Yang Yajing, and having already demonstrated her business acumen to Sylvia Chang on several previous occasions, Zhang Aijia was unable to win.

For some reason, she began to trust Yang Yajing very much, always feeling that Yang Yajing would never lose money in business.

Sylvia Chang wondered: Am I getting old and out of touch with the times?