The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

The photos upstairs are so blurry, what kind of beauty is that? You can't even tell if she's a human or a ghost.

[It's not that my photos are blurry! The twins were watching too closely! I couldn't get a clear shot of their faces, but the bag is beautiful! Even without seeing their faces, they're still beautiful; their backs are completely different from others, like little elves from the East.]

Don't you know that black hair is a symbol of ancient lineage? His demeanor and appearance clearly indicate that he is not someone to be underestimated.

I don't care if he's male or female, or what his identity is, I just hate that he's not an adult!

[Oh, buddy up ahead, looks like you're courting death. With so many knights around His Highness, I feel like you'll be strangled the moment you log off. Farewell.]

[Why is the conversation getting so off-topic? Anyway, I haven't uncovered anything. The Winston family has kept him hidden very well; the more they try to conceal it, the more suspicious they seem.]

The little guy was unaware that he was being talked about. In reality, he was surrounded by Yuna and Ethan and had no chance to make any new friends.

When others see that it is Ethan and Yuna, they will immediately step back and make way, not daring to get close.

So Wutu had no choice but to take out all the little cakes she had made and let her two good friends try them.

However, Yuna and Ethan are also figure skaters and have very strict diet control, so they can't eat much. They only cut off a small portion. Although the dessert the little one made was delicious and they liked it very much, they still had to restrain their desires.

Wu Tu looked into the box and saw that there were still many small cakes inside, and couldn't help but sigh:

"...Are these going to be unsellable?"

The little guy started doubting his ability to make friends again, without ever considering that the problem wasn't with him, but rather influenced by the people around him.

When Ethan heard that the little guy wanted to give away the cakes, he suggested that he could put the cakes in the corner of the classroom and let the students take them themselves.

Because that's how afternoon tea is served at school.

Sometimes, classmates would bring their own homemade wine or ingredients for others to taste.

This is actually a form of business communication, but Wu Tu doesn't need to pay attention to it.

Given the young man's background, he doesn't need any courting or investment; others will come to him to curry favor.

So Wu Tu shares it purely for fun.

So he left the dessert there, left a small note as usual, and left.

So Wu Tu didn't know that only half an hour after he left, his cake was eaten.

After finishing the cakes, the students all called the school's student affairs assistant to ask who had made the afternoon tea.

"I've never eaten such a light cake! You know what? Those damn pastry chefs before only put in lethal amounts of candy! The soft, soggy cake was enough to choke you! It even knocked my 80-year-old grandma's dentures out. I guarantee that this afternoon tea is the best dessert I've ever had, bar none!"

"Yes! I think so too. This cake has a cloud-like texture, melts in your mouth, and has a milky flavor, but it's not greasy. This little bit is definitely not enough for me..."

Because people abroad often add lethal amounts of candy to their desserts, and their cakes are generally pound cakes, which have a texture similar to date paste or shortbread, making them very heavy and cloying.

Chiffon cakes are indeed relatively rare here.

Moreover, the desserts made by Wu Tu are her own improvements, which are more preferred by sick people or people who do a lot of mental work, and have a fresher taste.

Moreover, Chinese people adhere to a saying when making desserts:

The truly delicious desserts are those that aren't sweet.

Although the little guy has never cooked a proper meal for himself, he has made countless kinds of food and studied countless recipes at his aunt's house.

His hands, though now much more delicate from being cared for, still have many scars.

It was all left over from chopping vegetables.

His aunt's family's pickiness and nagging did indeed improve his cooking skills.

Wu Tu knew he could cook, but he never thought he was very good at it.

Under the criticism of his aunt and uncle, the little guy always felt that what he did was just average.

But he didn't expect that his cooking skills would also cause a stir at the school.

The logistics department was stunned by the numerous inquiries from students.

The logistics teacher went to the kitchen, looking bewildered, and asked:

"Shouldn't today's afternoon tea menu include macarons, donuts, and croissants?"

The chef turned and replied, "Yes, sir."

The logistics staff then asked, "Didn't you do anything else?"

The chef, puzzled, said, "Sir, we prepare everything strictly according to the menu."

"That's really strange..."

The logistics teacher slapped his forehead, unsure how to respond to these young masters.

These are all powerful and influential people who can do whatever they want; the school can't afford to offend any of them...

They could only investigate further, but in the end, they only found out that the cake was brought by a student, but no one noticed what the student's name was or what his background was.

In this situation, the school had no choice but to let it go.

However, after receiving an apologetic reply from the logistics department, the person on the other end of the phone pursed their lips and revealed a gloomy expression.

"Young Master Ross..." The servant standing beside him didn't dare to breathe.

Ross is considered one of the top elites in the school, capable of rivaling Cyrus and his group.

The family he was backed by had been the Winston family's arch-enemy for centuries.

They checked and fought each other within the royal family, serving as tools for the Queen to balance power.

But even if the two families knew this, they couldn't shake hands and make peace.

Because of the combined old and new grudges of the past century, Cyrus and his generation are still mortal enemies among the younger generation.

Ross and Cyrus, both at the school, divided the students into two factions.

Ross's faction, on the other hand, doesn't have very good tempers.

Perhaps it's because Rose himself has been ill for many years, constantly recuperating, which inevitably leads to some irritability.

Moreover, this is an incurable hereditary disease, coupled with Ross's own problems, so his physical condition is also very poor, and he also suffers from anorexia and mood swings.

For Ross, living to this age already makes him one of the longest-lived people in his family.

But if Rose continues to refuse to eat like this, he won't be far from his death.

But at that moment, young master Ross was attracted by the cheap cakes displayed in the classroom.

He unusually asked the servants to fetch a piece.

Looking at the cake with its cute packaging, thoughtful decorations, and fresh flowers on top, he felt a desire to try it for the first time.

The first rule of food is that it must be delicious, visually appealing, and aromatic.

However, ordinary cakes abroad don't have the same variety of decorations as those in China, nor are they as exquisite as those made by Wutu herself, which makes Ross lose his appetite whenever he sees them.

He was already a patient and hated high-fat and high-sugar foods the most.

So Ross was surprised to find himself swallowing hard while looking at the cake.