Silky and delicate, it melts in the mouth. Du Xixi's tongue hardly exerts any effort, and the double-layered milk easily slides down her throat, landing sweetly in her stomach, bringing a wave of warmth.
The end of class time is approaching, but everyone is engrossed in the double-layered milk. When the bell rings, some students who haven't finished eating start to groan, reluctantly looking down at their bowls—which are no longer too hot to hold and still contain plenty of double-layered milk.
"Students who haven't finished can do so before leaving, but please remember to put your dishes in the dishwasher. You can also take the sculptures you just finished with you," Du Xixi eats a little faster, perhaps because she measured the portions herself from the start.
