CHAPTER 11

I opened the glass window near the sink to let the air in.

From inside we can see the beautiful view of the ocean outside. We also see people passing by.

Vish's cake making skills.

This is obviously an expert.

We cooked in a round pan.

Vish is currently grilling the cake on a low flame.

I was instructed to mix ingredients to make icing. I just did it manually.

My fingers are a little numb because I've been doing that for a while now.

"Do we really need icing? We're going to eat it straight. There's no need to display it". I snorted a complaint.

"It's better with icing". Vish said then laughed softly at me.

My hand is really tired.

I put down the bowl I was holding.

"Do you know that icing is just like air. When you eat it, you won't feel it".

I felt the sweat running down the side of my forehead. I used one of my elbows to rub it.

"At least, you can still taste it somehow". The young man philosophized to me. "Cake is delicious with icing".

"Why did you break the whisk? That's all we