The kitchen.
For this day, and to thank Cynthia and the others, Li Wei had practiced for six whole days.
The ingredients had been prepared early that morning.
Li Wei had put the square sheets of puff pastry and the rectangular sheets twice as long into the freezer early that morning.
They were loaded with butter-a calorie bomb, but delicious.
Li Wei first stacked the square sheets in the middle of a rectangular sheet, then folded it up.
"Just do it the way I'm doing it. Once you've folded it, roll it out again."
The process was simple and easy to understand. Lalami understood at a glance. "That's easy."
Li Wei had also set the air conditioner to twenty degrees Celsius, or the pastry would soften and melt in no time.
Xiao Meng didn't need Li Wei to teach her at all.
With her top-tier Dessert Making skill, she was more than qualified to teach him instead.
They quickly prepared dozens of portions of pastry and folded them up, but that was only the first round.
They had to roll each one out from the middle toward both ends, then fold it again, repeating several times. How many folds they could manage depended on their technique.
They kept rolling, stretching the dough a little longer...
It was a repetitive process.
They went from three-folds to four-folds, much like how the number of pulls in dragon's beard noodles depended on skill.
Xiao Meng was an old hand at this, and after six days of practice, Li Wei was very proficient too.
Although Lalami had never made Napoleon Pastry before, she knew how to make desserts and was careful enough.
Following Li Wei and Xiao Meng's lead, she soon got the hang of it.
They dusted the surface with a little more