To be honest, although Lun Chuan started a bit early with the cake roll, his time management was great. As a result, even with Song Tan keeping the fire going, she didn't feel bored, and he didn't waste a single moment.
The milk had been simmering over low heat for more than ten minutes, and he kept stirring it, causing it to gradually thicken. The sweet aroma in the air grew stronger, even making Song Tan, who usually didn't like milk, eager to try:
"Is it done yet? Let me have a taste."
Lun Chuan glanced up at her. Through the misty steam, his eyes and brows were blurred, but his expression was gentle. He turned around, took a spoon, and gently scooped some over:
"Careful, it's hot."
The milk was nearly ready, almost resembling condensed milk, just a bit runnier. Song Tan patiently blew on it before putting it in her mouth, and then her eyes lit up:
"It's really good! It would go well with steamed buns! Fried bun slices!"