Esher felt like giving up. How could her mother so skillfully separate the yolk and white while she was? I don't know how many eggs were crushed in his hands. It will definitely end up being fried or scrambled with sliced shallots and chilies.

"Ambu... why is it so hard, anyway?" Esher complained at last. He gave up. Upset also began to spread. For him, making cakes is like the first time he cooks. At first the mother said to make sticky rice cakes but why switch to making cookies, anyway!!! The ingredients are easy to remember, but the way it's executed is Esher suddenly dizzy. Esher's better off just...