The car drove slowly through the roads in the district. The small villas along the road had a uniform appearance, and it was completely impossible to identify which boss's home it was. Several students looked through the eyes, and finally surrendered collectively and turned around and asked classmate Wei: "The house number of the sponsor's father"
What’s the number?”
"How do I know?" Classmate Wei almost rolled his eyes at them, "I don't even know the identity of the people living in my neighborhood. My family doesn't let me participate in the company's business and doesn't let me know these things. I just
I know that there is a grandma named Zhang living next door. Which company she is related to, but my mother did not tell me. Besides, there are not only people who run companies living in this community, this is what my mother said."
The implication of Classmate Wei was that big bosses don’t like having their privacy exposed. Everyone had no choice but to give up and not ask further questions. Xie Wanying only asked about it because she wanted to thank the big boss for giving her a mobile phone.
The car stopped at the house number 16, which is classmate Wei's home.
After getting off the bus, several classmates followed Mr. Wei into the house and started working immediately.
A group of people who have never studied cooking can imagine the results that will follow. After a long time of tinkering, it turns out that academic excellence has something to do with cooking skills, but not much, especially when they have no experience and no guidance from study books.
The blind man touches the elephant.
After spending nearly two hours and finally boiling two large pots of cocoa powder, a group of people all sat on their chairs and sighed. Look at me and you, classmates: Why does this seem to be not as easy as the exam, and you can cook in clinical practice?
The big boss is really so admirable that people fall to the ground.
"You asked your mother to help us write how to make chocolate. The question is why the time didn't write it." Zhang Desheng took the simple note left by Wei's mother and asked Wei how to do it.
There was no specific cooking time, so they used to cook black dishes in a black box.
"My mother said how long it takes to cook is easy for us to figure out." Wei Shangquan, a classmate, quoted Wei's mother as saying.
"I have a feeling that your mother may have never made chocolate cake." Classmate Pan Shihua said sadly.
It's over, once Holmes Pan opens his mouth, he is destined to decline.
Zhang Desheng and Zhao Zhaowei glared at classmate Pan: "How can you predict good results like you?"
The basis of classmate Pan's speculation is simple and crude. It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. Not to mention domestic, there are not many ordinary people abroad who actually make Western-style desserts at home. Making Western-style desserts is very time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is not a dessert for professional chefs.
As a teacher, who has the time to study this stuff all day long?
"Do you know anyone who can make chocolate?" Zhang Desheng adjusted his glasses. The top priority was to find a teacher who could make chocolate.
"I'll call my mother again." Student Wei Shangquan scratched his head, hoping that the worst outcome would not be expected by Holmes Pan.
A few boys were a little trembling, fearing that they would be beaten to death by other students in the class if they couldn't make a black dish with classmate Xie later and couldn't give it to Senior Brother Cao: "Look at you idiots."
"You call." Classmate Zhang Desheng waved his hand for Classmate Wei to try.
A group of classmates watched with uneasiness as Classmate Wei called his mother.
After a while, classmate Wei, who was holding his cell phone, turned around and said to everyone: "Let's have lunch first and discuss it in the afternoon."
Student Wei, what are you doing? It was obvious that Sherlock Holmes was right. Mother Wei couldn't do anything. The other three boys all wiped their faces: It's going to be over.
