Qi Sanshun raised his hand to scratch his head but, seeing the dinner table in front of him, put his hand back down and frowned in thought before saying, "I can't quite explain it, but this cake has a different kind of sweet fragrance, and it looks fluffier too."
Qi Sanshun spoke without much confidence, yet Ye Xinyan listened with great satisfaction, "You're pretty impressive, kid," she said. "After dinner, your cousin will take a big piece of cake back for you as a reward."
Qi Younian was familiar with cake but, lacking a child's sensitivity, couldn't tell how this one differed from those of the past. He knew, however, that it must have been made with the ... whipped cream that Ye Xinyan had skimmed from the sour cow's milk.