"Savannah..." After listening to Monica's account, Ecophe could not help but sigh softly.
"I don't understand. Why did the same recipe produce different flavors? Even if it really came down to cooking skill, after making it dozens of times, she should have gotten it right at least once," Paimon said.
Cake was not like those stir-fried dishes from Liyue. And even with stir-fried dishes, if the ingredients and steps were the same, the flavor should be roughly similar. Making a cake taste the same should have been even easier.
"This was probably the difference between ordinary people and geniuses," Monica said with a sigh. Ecophe remained silent. As Fontaine's finest chef, she did not know what to say at that moment. Strictly speaking, Ecophe did not agree with the distinction between ordinary people and geniuses. Her current skill had come from constant effort, not from somehow possessing such talent from the start.
"Wagnargum, we'll be heading back first. In a couple of days, I'll have a proper talk with Savannah and see what exactly is going on with that cake."
Savannah's Debao Grand Cake had always been worse than hers, and Ecophe found that unbelievable. After all, she had taught Savannah everything without holding anything back. Under those circumstances, Savannah should not have kept failing. If the situation were not so unusual, Ecophe would probably have been unable to resist using the Debao Grand Hotel's kitchen to make a Debao Grand Cake herself and see what was wrong.
"All right. I hope you and Savannah can have a good talk. Don't put too much pressure on her." Wagnargum was actually quite satisfied with Savannah. Perhaps she could not compare to Ecophe, but Ecophe was the only exception. Fontaine's other chefs were no match for Savannah.
Ecophe had only just resigned,