Ye Xinyan looked at the old master's smiling face and couldn't help but purse her lips, "If you want to eat first, go ahead. The cake made by your granddaughter is guaranteed not to be spoiled food, and I assure you, it's a delight among delights. I've never botched a dish before."
Milk fermentation is not like other foods going sour and spoiling. Before, she had made whipped cream using fresh farm milk, and it was just like this, exactly the same, not a bit different.
Having heard what Xinyan said, the old master suddenly felt at ease. Ye Zi was a good child; she wouldn't have agreed to let him eat the cake first if it wasn't absolutely delicious and harmless.
Qi Younian, stroking his beard, said with a smile, "Well, Grandpa is looking forward to tasting the delicious cake made by our Ye Zi."