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"How do I know." Wei is about to roll his eyes at them, "I don\'t know who my neighbors live. My family doesn\'t let me participate in the company\'s business and doesn\'t let me know about these things. I know that there is a grandma surnamed Zhang who lives next door. My mother didn\'t tell me which company she is related to. Besides, it\'s not just people who run companies who live in this community. This is what my mother said. "

   Wei\'s implication is that the big guys don\'t like to be exposed to privacy. Everyone had no choice but to stop asking questions. Xie Wanying inquired just because she wanted to thank the boss for giving her a mobile phone back then.

  The car stopped at the house number 16, this is the home of student Wei.

   After getting off the bus, a few students followed Wei into the house and immediately started work.

   A group of people who have never studied cooking and cooking can imagine the immediate results. After a long time of fiddling, it turns out that Xueba has a little relationship with cooking, but not much, especially if there is no experience and no guidance from books, it is equivalent to a blind man touching an elephant.

   It took nearly two hours, and after two large pots of cocoa powder were finally boiled, a group of people sat on chairs and sighed. Classmates, look at me, I look at you: why does this matter seem to be easier than exams, and the big guys who can cook clinically are really admirable to the ground.

   "The way you asked your mother to help us write chocolates, the question is why don\'t you write about the time." Zhang Desheng took a simple note left by Wei\'s mother and asked Wei how to do things.

   There is no specific cooking time, so they made black dishes in a black box before.

   "My mother said how long it takes to cook, we can easily figure it out." Wei Shangquan relayed what Wei\'s mother said.

   "I have a feeling that your mother may not have made chocolate cake." Pan Shihua said sadly.

When the    was over, Sherlock Holmespan was doomed to decline.

   Zhang Desheng and Zhao Zhaowei stared at Classmate Pan with round eyes: When can you expect a good result, you crow mouth.

  Pan\'s speculation is based on simplicity and rudeness. It doesn\'t matter if you have money or not. Not to mention domestic, foreign ordinary people who actually make Western desserts at home don\'t even think about it. Making western-style desserts is time-consuming and labor-intensive. If you are not a professional chef and pastry chef, who has the time to study this stuff all day.

   "Do you know someone who can make chocolate?" Zhang Desheng helped his glasses, and the top priority was to find a teacher who could make chocolate.

   "I\'ll call and ask my mother again." Wei Shangquan scratched his head, hoping that the worst result would not be expected by Sherlock Holmespan.

   The hearts of the boys were a little trembling. They were afraid that they would not be able to send Xie to Senior Brother Cao later with a black dish. The four of them would be hammered to death by other students in the class: Look at you idiots.

   "You make a call." Zhang Desheng waved his hand and asked Wei to try.

   A group of classmates looked at Wei Wei and called their mother nervously.

   After a while, Wei, who was holding a mobile phone, turned around and said to everyone, "Let\'s have lunch first and discuss it later in the afternoon."

  Student Wei, what are you doing! It was obvious that Sherlock Holmes Pan\'s crow\'s mouth had said that, but Mama Wei couldn\'t do anything about it. The other three boys wiped their faces in unison: it\'s over.

   (end of this chapter)