Bai youyou remembers that when he first knew Mr. Smith, he saw it in a magazine when he was in high school.

It's said that Mr. Smith is very talented in making desserts, but his personality is very elusive. His personality can be called a wonderful flower.

Because he would swim by the sea because of a dream at night. He found a pearl in his dream, which was not perfect, but he liked it very much. So he went to more than 30 beaches in the world that year, but he did not find the Pearl in his dream.

When describing this interview in the magazine, he said that Mr. Smith's expression was very depressed because he could not find the Pearl in his dream.

But they all said it was in the dream. How could you find it?

Bai youyou also thought it was very interesting at that time. The magazine also said that Smith thought he had a very happy life, but the only thing that was not happy was that he didn't have the right one because a Banxian wearing sunglasses on the street told him that he lacked peach blossom in his life when he came to the imperial capital of country a.

The magazine says Mr. Smith looks sad.

Bai youyou wrote down this man at that time.

I didn't expect to meet.

Mr. Smith was busy. The man next to Bai youyou rang the gold-plated bell on the table. The bell sounded crisp and comfortable. Mr. Smith immediately put down his work, lifted up to them and asked, "what do you need?"

He was sincere and serious, as if he was really just an ordinary DESSERTER in a ball, rather than Mr. Smith, the top dessert that queen of music had to make an appointment with.

But it's Mr. Smith. That's right. Bai youyou remembers this face. She has a good memory. It can be compared that Smith and the people in the magazine have not changed much.

She ordered a very simple mousse cake. She boasted that she had some accomplishments in cooking and was good at making desserts. Especially, the simplest chocolate mousse was her specialty.

So she wanted to try, what's the difference between a top dessert maker and her own.

She watched curiously as Mr. Smith began to be busy, forgetting that there was someone standing beside her.

soon, as like as two peas, Smith made two identical desserts and put them in front of the man. Then someone rang the bell. He ran to ask the man what he wanted.

Bai youyou has a little taste, and suddenly feels that he and Mr. Smith are not comparable.

The mousse melts in the mouth. The rich chocolate flavor spreads in the mouth. The slightly bitter aroma is accompanied by the light lemon flavor, which is delicious but not greasy.

It's childish. How can you compare with Mr. Smith?

Bai youyou finds that her idea is really more and more childish. She slowly finishes the mousse cake in front of her and subconsciously looks up at the busy Mr. Smith.

She's not a glutton, but it's really delicious, so she's eager to ask Mr. Smith if she can make her another

"Do you want it?" A man's voice rings around him. Bai youyou just rings out and there is a man beside him.

The man's share has not been moved. The beautiful mousse cake is placed in front of you. Bai youyou quickly breaks away from the tangle and shakes his hand firmly and says, "no more."

She turned her head not to look at the cake in front of her, but suddenly heard a smile from people around her, as if with a touch of doting tenderness.

It should be wrong to hear. How can you indulge in strangers?