The little green plum in Song Shao's arms is so sultry

Chapter 116 115. The Pastry Master

Every time I have to pretend not to care, but I always pay attention to every change in the girl's expression, lest this almond tofu is bitter or too sweet, which will make the girl unhappy.

But he didn't know that no matter how unpalatable the food was, as long as it was delivered from Song Jin, Yu Sheng would not say the word unpalatable, except of course if Song Jin made it himself.

The small shop is decorated in a Tang style. The desserts are placed in the transparent window. A small red fan is unfolded. The breeze blows slowly. The red fan is spinning, and the ribbon is also spinning. The pastry chef is wearing a white chef's coat. , wearing a white chef hat like bread on his head.

The shop is very old, as old as the old master. A fat orange cat lay lazily beside the master. He rolled up his sleeves and kneaded the dough in front of him. The patisserie is as warm as the beginning of summer.

Seeing someone coming, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his face, and looked at Yu Sheng with a smile: "What do you want to eat?"

Seeing Mr. Song's mobile phone in Yu Sheng's hand, he laughed: "Young people nowadays still use this."

Yu Sheng smiled back: "Think about it."

The master chef found a booklet from the table behind him, and handed it to Yu Sheng: "These are the menus of our restaurant."

"Jujube Flower Crisp, Ruyi Kidney Bean Roll, Palace Cheese." The deep voice rang out again, accurately expressing what Yu Sheng was thinking. Practice makes perfect.

Yu Sheng heard the rustling sound of flipping paper over the phone, and couldn't help but smile: "You still want to play this game with me at work?"

"Then you misunderstood me. I am looking up information about Mont Saint-Michel to prepare for the flower hunting in the next few weeks."

"Are you really going to Mont-Saint-Michel?" Yu Sheng said strangely: "It's just an isolated island, and rare flowers can never grow in that kind of place. As one of the four holy places, people from Mont-Saint-Michel People come and go, and ordinary flowers can hardly adapt to that place."

"That place is beautiful, Yu Sheng. Maybe one day in the future, we will go to watch the ebb and flow of the tide together. My purpose is not to make flowers, but just because you like it." He said slowly: "I know a friend who In the monastery, she likes to grow flowers, and those flowers are rare."

"Song Jin," Yu Sheng chuckled, "I shouldn't be the one who should go to Mont Saint-Michel with you to watch the ebb and flow of the tide and the beauty of the night. You once told me that you will have your life, I will also have my life, maybe we will meet there, but what is certain is that the person you are with is not me."

"Is that so sure? Yu Sheng, we have been together for so many years, you are my most important person." The sound of turning the pages stopped, the wind blew the wind chime hanging on the window, and the master also went to the front desk to take care of it and buy it couple of things.

"I'm sure." She was extremely determined, but also extremely lonely:

"Song Jin, you have to think clearly about what kind of existence I am to you. I'm just a passer-by in your life, and I won't accompany you to the end. No matter how good a friend is, you can't match your sweetheart." In a word, I hate being pointed out by others, what I need is you standing firmly by my side, not you standing next to other girls and walking towards me with a hesitant face."

Song Jin was silent for a long time, just as the teacher had finished his own affairs, he kindly asked Yu Sheng: "Little girl, have you chosen?"

"Ruyi Kidney Bean Roll, Palace Cheese, Jujube Flower Crisp." Yu Sheng didn't even look through the menu, and handed it directly to the master chef, smiling slightly: "More sugar."

The master chef was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile: "This menu... I haven't heard it for a long time."

Yu Sheng was also taken aback for a moment: "Is...isn't it delicious?"

The old chef smiled and waved his hands again: "The desserts I make are all handed down from my ancestors. I am the No. 13th generation, and they will only become more and more delicious. No one has ever eaten my desserts. OK."

He pondered for a while: "However, these three styles did not appear on the menu I wrote, because they were too troublesome, so I abandoned them, but many years ago... a long time ago, it seems to be more than ten years ago Something happened."

The old master spoke slowly. He said that more than ten years ago there was a boy who looked so good-looking. He had never seen a handsome face before. Sweating, it should have come from a distance.

At that time, the teenager should be very young, and said out of breath: "A piece of palace cheese, jujube cake, Ruyi kidney bean roll, polysaccharide."

The master chef was still middle-aged at that time, and the shop was extremely busy, and the dishes the boy mentioned were troublesome, so he simply waved his hand: "It's not on the menu, follow the menu."

The young man was very persistent: "You know how to do it. I've heard others say that the things you make are unique in the capital."

The old master also resolutely rejected the young man: "Then you must be thinking wrong, the one who makes these things is opposite me, see if you see it, it is the one that is marked with imperial food, and it is just a fake, although their things are rotten. point, but they'll do what you say."

The young man frowned. He was wearing a white shirt and black suit trousers. Clothes that were obviously not suitable for this age, but the young man looked exceptionally good-looking in them.

The master has met many people. He is sure that children of this age will basically wear beige sweaters or casual clothes. At this age, they will wear white shirts and suit pants that should not be. The master thought silently, It is estimated that it is the son of another family.

He always has a strange prejudice against these wealthy young masters. The master's family business is well-known in the capital. Many people want to pay a lot of money to let the master work as a cook in their own home. The master just thinks that This was a great insult to himself, and before he knew it, he also winked at the young man in front of him.

The boy found a corner by the wall and sat down. He took out a book out of nowhere. The master glanced at him curiously, but he couldn't understand anything, because the book the boy was reading was densely packed with foreign characters. , not a single Chinese character.

The teacher marveled at how children are so good at learning nowadays. At his age, they are still worried about how to memorize English words, but the boy directly reads English books without any Chinese characters.

On the one hand, he is contemptuously despising the young man, but also the talent that was forced down by the rich family, like those poor children in the valley, how can they have the money to hire a teacher to teach them English.

(End of this chapter)