Qin Yi originally thought that a customer who appreciated her desserts had finally arrived.

It turned out to be the woman who called her own cook at the hotel in the early hours of the morning.

This was to prevent her from spreading rumors about what she saw at the hotel with that guy, Brother Wang.

I came here specifically to remind myself.

She wouldn't be so bored as to gossip about others.

If she hadn't paid so quickly...

I will definitely not sell her, hmph!

However, since she had already sold some cake rolls, she needed to make another batch to restock.

The process of making a cake is therapeutic.

She loved watching the egg whites transform from a tiny, transparent liquid into a snow-white, delicate meringue.

She often thought how bored the first person to invent whipping egg whites must have been.

Is it stirring constantly in a circular motion with chopsticks or a fork?

What belief supported that person in thinking that stirring like that would create miracles?

Qin Yi was working, but her thoughts were wandering far away.

Suddenly, I heard a loud cracking sound.

A girl was leaning her upper body against the counter, looking pained, and said, "Boss, can you sell me a cup of hot water?"

Qin Yi recognized her.

She was the only girl among the earliest group of paparazzi taking photos in the early morning.

But it seemed like she wasn't part of the same team as the male photographers; she walked away when they were buying the cake.

Look at her, she's clutching her stomach in pain.

Is it that one?

"Mmm..." The girl's voice was barely audible.

"Come sit in my carriage, I'll make you a cup of brown sugar water."

Fortunately, all of these things were on the bus.

Qin Yi made the girl a cup of piping hot brown sugar water.

He then gave the girl the only high stool in the carriage to sit on.

I'll continue making cakes; I still need one more batch of four rolls.

Today's task of producing 20 volumes is complete; all that's left is to sell them.

Qiqi sat in a corner of the carriage, drinking brown sugar water.

Try not to cause trouble for your boss.

I already felt bad that I was the only one who hadn't bought a cake that morning.

She experiences menstrual cramps every month.

When it gets really bad, he can't even straighten his back.

It felt like someone was hitting my lower abdomen hard with a huge iron hammer...

She probably caught a chill from waiting outdoors all night, and she feels even worse than usual today.

Outside the park are stalls selling traditional breakfasts.

She wanted a cup of hot water to relieve the pain.

Looking around, the only place that seems to have it is in the dessert cart.

That's when I finally mustered up the courage to buy water.

Even though Qiqi had a stomachache, she didn't forget to post photos in Jiang Yuze's super topic.

[My brother's unedited photos from work today; his legs are longer than my life!]

Instantly, many fans left comments. Seeing them chatting happily, Qiqi was able to shift her attention and felt less upset.

As I brushed, a rich rose scent drifted gently into the air...

It smells so sweet.

It felt like entering a sweet and intertwined dream.

The dream was filled not only with the rich scent of roses, but also with the intoxicating aroma of cocoa.

The two intertwine and entangle each other, a delicate bittersweet feeling woven into the barely perceptible air, enticing you to come closer. Come here!

Qin Yi also smelled the strange fragrance at this moment.

She's made Maillard rose rolls before, and they're fragrant, but never this intense.

Just like...

The aroma of each ingredient, as well as the complex aroma resulting from their combination, is amplified to an extreme degree.

It smells incredibly alluring.

[Getting into the swing of things: 1/3]

A system notification suddenly sounded in my mind.

Qin Yi's talent, which is gradually improving, has completed its first awakening.

It actually has the function of amplifying fragrance.

The cakes she baked were already quite fragrant, but after the awakening, the aroma became even more "three-dimensional".

Simply put, the smell evokes a vivid image.

The scent of roses makes it seem as if a sea of ​​roses appears before my eyes;

The fragrance of jasmine is like seeing jasmine flowers blooming in the rain, each petal like a snowflake, each one like a small boat, drifting into your nostrils, instantly filling the whole world with its sweet aroma.

Moreover, the flavors do not clash.

When you think of roses, roses bloom in profusion;

When you think of jasmine, jasmine blossoms fall.

Even if you don't like the smell of flowers, it doesn't matter. Matcha can take you into a green tea garden under the warm spring sun.

Cheese can make you feel like you're sitting on top of a volcano erupting with rich, milky aroma. If it's heated too much, it's caramelized and delicious; if it's heated too little, it's delicate and smooth.

The smell makes me crave it, and the smell makes me want to eat it.

This is the first layer of energy that allows things to gradually improve.

How did Qin Yi awaken her powers?

She herself wasn't quite sure.

But she knew this happened right after she made her 20th Swiss roll.

Does that mean you awaken once for every 20 Swiss rolls you make?

The task bar shows two tasks that are still incomplete. I wonder what changes will occur once all of them are completed?

...

Qiqi, on the other hand, is not feeling well.

She was the person closest to these fragrances.

She could already see herself sometimes turning into a red rose and sometimes into a white jasmine.

One moment she craves the rich and mellow Maillard rose roll, the next she longs for the fragrant and delightful matcha jasmine roll.

What happened?

Although I really wanted to eat in the early morning, I managed to resist.

Is it because she's on her period? Her craving for sweets has exploded and she can't suppress it anymore.

Qiqi took out her phone and dialed a number.

She was weak and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz: "Sister, can you lend me 400 yuan?"

The sister opposite her spoke with a strong voice: "Qiqi! What happened to you! Were you hit by a car?!"

"...Thank you. My period came to visit me, and I just wanted to buy a cake to eat."

"So you're craving pigs. You wait, I'll transfer the money to you right away."

A bad friend is like a treasure.

Qiqi immediately received 400 yuan transferred from her sister.

Now she could finally wipe away the tears streaming down her face!

"Boss, I want two..." Qi Qi was interrupted by a sharp scream before she could finish speaking.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh! My brother's back! I'm going crazy!"

A black van with the license plate ending in 9888 slowly pulled up next to the minivan.

"Boss, I'd like two cake rolls, please pack them up for me, I'll come pick them up later!"

Qiqi spoke rapidly, like marbles.

She suddenly sprang up from the high stool, as if it were a miracle of modern medicine.

My stomach pain was gone, and my back was straight. Then I quickly pulled out my camera from my backpack, jumped off the van on one foot, and ran to the commercial vehicle next to me.

Jiang Yuze was wearing a dark blue robe.

Half of his flowing long hair fell down his strong back, and the other half hung down in front of his chest.

As soon as he got out of the car, the frenzied shouts and flashing lights of the surrounding people came crashing down on him like waves.

He seemed to have long been used to all of this.

He pressed his head down, intending to quickly pass through the crowd that had blocked his way.

His 190cm height allowed him to smell the enticing aroma of cake in the crowd as soon as he lowered his head.

He slowed his pace without making a sound.

As a result, it froze on top of a pale-faced girl's head.

It emanates from her!

He took another careful sniff of the air, then looked back!

It was finally confirmed that the girl came out of the dessert cart next door.

Her whole body was marinated and exuded a complex aroma of various desserts.

Others cannot smell it or understand it.

But he knew.

It's because he's loved eating cake since he was a child and is very sensitive to its aroma.

But now that he understood, he was even more depressed. His fans had already started eating, and he still didn't know what it tasted like.