284. There is nothing special about the fresh flower cake_1

Huahua truly was tempted.

In the past, she had made plenty of snacks and gourmet dishes—

The sizzling of grilled pork belly, its oily sound popping, with the overbearing aroma of frying oil permeating the entire house.

Butter, cheese, and cream sweetened the air as they expanded over the cake, surrounded by a high-calorie sweet fragrance...

However, as a seasoned food blogger, these could not shake her will!

She, a food blogger with both style and self-control, would never eat her own ingredients!

But the sugar-preserved peach blossoms before her eyes... they were different.

How so?

The fragrance of the peach blossoms was faint at first, becoming richer only after being kneaded. Yet the richness was not overpowering; rather, it was like being amidst a mountain of peach trees in bloom, with a spring breeze on your face and peach petals raining down gently, leisurely and comfortably.