Yang Fan looked at Trish, who was eagerly waiting, and couldn't bear to refuse. He smiled and said, "Although it's not cooked yet..."
Trish showed a disappointed expression.
Yang Fan shifted his tone: "But I'm a magician, it's not a problem."
Trish immediately became happy.
Because she knew, the magical performance was about to begin again.
Yang Fan opened the steamer and brought out the half-cooked cake.
From the color of the cake, even a child could tell it wasn't done.
He smiled and said, "Watch closely!"
Trish widened her eyes.
Yang Fan moved his right hand, and a lighter appeared in his hand.
"Click!"
The lighter produced a flame.
Yang Fan waved the lighter,
and the flame detached from the lighter, leisurely flying toward the cake, and directly hit it.
In that instant.
"Whoosh!"
The flame expanded dozens of times, and a large fireball appeared in the room, engulfing the entire cake.
The little girl was startled, quickly taking a few steps back.
