Qin Huai was worried that Wang Gen Sheng would be too excited, so he directly helped him to sit down and considerately handed him the tea.
Wang Gen Sheng took the hot tea, gulping down half a cup. After calming himself a bit, he tried to speak in a relatively calm tone: "I don't know if you've heard of this snack, Master Qin, it's called Red Silk Cake."
Red Silk Cake?
Qin Huai searched his brain for this name, and confirmed that he hadn't heard of it. But this was quite normal. As a pastry master who learned on the streets, although Qin Huai's skills were better than Zhao Cheng'an and Tan Wei'an, his knowledge was not as extensive as these professionally trained masters.
Not having heard of it was no problem, Qin Huai could look it up online.
