Shao Nan was even happier when he heard this: "Alan, I came to see you today to talk about the desserts you made for Lao Ma."
"Dessert? Is there a problem?" Le Yao became nervous upon hearing this. "I used only the best ingredients, and I didn't add any preservatives or sweeteners..."
"Don't be nervous, that's why I came to find you, it's because there's no problem." Shao Nan knew the girl had misunderstood, so he quickly waved his hand, "I came to thank you."
Le Yao was a little confused. Thank her for what? Actually, she should be thanking the other party. That old man used hundreds of sets of test papers to push her, a mediocre student who was just trying to pass, onto the path of becoming a top student.
"You might not know this, but my husband, Lao Ma, was so poor when he was a child that he often didn't have enough to eat, let alone pastries. One time, when my uncle came to visit, he brought me a few small cakes, and I gave him one. However, before I could even eat it, a dog snatched it away..."
Le Yao's lips twitched; this sounded a bit melodramatic.
"He was only five years old then, and from then on, he developed a strong craving for desserts. Whenever he had the chance, he would do everything he could to eat a piece of pastry. Even after we got rich and could eat whatever we wanted, he still loved desserts." Shao Nan brewed the tea himself without a tea ceremony hostess, and his movements were fluid and expert. "It's just that he's gotten older recently and has developed high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, especially his blood sugar, which has reached the critical level. If it goes any higher, it will be diabetes. So, over the years, I have strictly controlled his intake of sweets, especially desserts."
Le Yao nodded, finally understanding why the old man had been so attached to the cake she had given him.
"Now your desserts have given him a second spring, haha..." Shao Nan laughed. Although she spoke softly, her laughter was quite hearty. "Girl, we've actually looked for sugar-free desserts before, but for some reason, our blood sugar still went up after eating them, and the taste was just so-so. Only your desserts don't cause our blood sugar to rise."
Le Yao scratched her head. She didn't know either. Was it some kind of cheat code from time travel?
"So, girl, can I reserve one with you? The kind where I pay, I..."
"Teacher's wife," Le Yao quickly waved her hand, "Please don't say that. I really enjoy cooking. I prepare cakes for the principal every day now. No need to make reservations; I can make them anytime I have free time..."
"That won't do. After all..."
"Teacher's wife, why not? The principal prepared hundreds of sets of test papers for me! If I had to find those papers myself, I probably couldn't buy them for any amount of money!" Le Yao was on the verge of tears, but she still had to smile. "It's because of those test papers, plus the help from my classmates, that my exam results improved significantly this time..."
"Isn't that what a teacher should do?"
"That's true, but without Principal Ma, I'm afraid I would have failed the course. Madam, failing a course is embarrassing." Le Yao hurriedly picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Shao Nan, and handed it to him. "So, Madam, please don't be so polite with me."
"Alright, I won't stand on ceremony." Shao Nan took the tea and took a sip, then suddenly grabbed Le Yao's hand. "Le Yao, the food blogger online, is that you?"
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