Chương 2020: Ripped Clothes

Irina, Amy, and Annie sat around the dining table, and stared at the tray of salted egg yolk pastry in the middle of the table.

The aroma of the pastry and the aroma of the milk made the three of them salivate.

Amy tilted her head, and asked Mag expectantly, "Father, when can we eat the salted egg yolk pastry?"

"We still need to wait a while. It will taste even better after it cools a little." Mag knew that the little one was already getting impatient, but the brief wait necessary in order for the salted egg yolk pastry to achieve the best texture would be very worthwhile.

"We just need to let it cool down, right?" Irina asked Mag.

"Yes."

"Then, I have a solution." Irina went into the kitchen, and made some sounds in there. Shortly after, Irina came out with a box that was carved out of ice. Its top was open, and chopsticks were used to make a support at the bottom over a plate.