Chapter Eleven
The next day was a beautiful Sunday, but the two were still busy, each heading to their own work.
One is busy opening a shop, and the other is busy running a company.
They're all people who can't stay idle.
Mo Wansheng was busy preparing the cake order.
douceur operates on an appointment and customization system.
Her initial intention in opening this dessert shop was precisely to help people who love desserts find their own taste happiness.
Here you can find Mo Wansheng's signature dessert menu, or guests can provide their own creative ideas to co-create desserts.
Yesterday's special booking kept her busy for quite a while.
A regular customer ordered quite a few of the new dessert flavors.
It's mostly about the styles, but not the quantity.
At the agreed time, around 12 o'clock, the regular customer came to pick up the cake.
A platter of small cakes in twelve different flavors.
As usual, Mo Wansheng brought over an exquisite cake box.
Her eyes were filled with a joyful smile.
"Mr. Lin, is that right? You're here again this month. This is the platter cake you ordered. I hope you like it. If you have any feedback on the taste, please feel free to contact me."
Lin Hexuan took the cake box and replied politely, "It will definitely be delicious, Mrs. Huo."
It wasn't that he wanted cake; it was that the boss was exploiting him again to get dessert.
He was stunned when he heard "Mrs. Huo". How did he know?
Mo Wansheng looked at Lin Hexuan in surprise, remembering what Huo Yuzheng had said to her on the day they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate.
"I asked my assistant to go."
It was him.
"Mr. Lin, thank you for your hard work."
"Please wait a moment, I'll get you a cake." Mo Wansheng prepared to go to the kitchen to get a cake.
Lin Hexuan quickly waved his hand, "No need, madam, I don't usually eat desserts."
"I see." Mo Wansheng said with a hint of regret.
"In that case, wait for me a moment." A sly smile appeared on Mo Wansheng's face; she was plotting a plan.
She ran to the refrigerator, took out a small cake box, and handed it to Lin Hexuan.
“Mr. Lin, this is a new product for Mr. Huo. He can try it.”
"Okay, thank you, Mrs. Huo." Lin Hexuan left carrying a large cake box and a small box.
Watching his figure disappear through the door, Mo Wansheng took out her phone and sent a message to Huo Yuzheng.
"Mr. Huo, we saved a new cake for you today, be sure to try it!"
The reply from the other end was still simple: "Okay."
The new cake is made with bitter melon juice.
A few days ago, Mo Wansheng ordered a lot of bitter melon juice.
She suddenly had a strong urge to try making a very bitter cake, so she made one in the morning.
For her, cake doesn't necessarily have to be sweet.
Because there will always be people who enjoy bitter things.
She wanted to play a trick on him.
Huo Yuzheng is such a dessert lover, she imagined that he must have looked extremely pained when he ate this piece of cake.
Thinking of this, Mo Wansheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
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Lin Hexuan carried the cake to the door of the president's office.
He knocked lightly on the door. "Come in."
"The cake for the lady has arrived."
"Put it here, thank you." Huo Yuzheng gestured for him to place it on the table next to him.
Lin Hexuan put it down and left in a hurry.
Huo Yuzheng put down the documents in his hand, picked up the cake, and instead of opening the large cake box first, he opened the small cake box first.
He was a little curious about what new cake Mo Wansheng had prepared for him.
Opening the small cake box revealed a mousse cake that was entirely green.
But you can't tell anything from the outside.
He gently took out the cake and used a spoon to scoop out a small piece.
He smelled it before putting it in his mouth.
It's neither matcha nor the refreshing scent of mint.
Instead, it has a faint bitter aroma.
It even has a slightly astringent taste.
This cake is undoubtedly made with bitter melon juice.
Huo Yuzheng smiled, but still put the small piece of cake into his mouth.
The cream, mixed with a bittersweet taste, blossomed on his taste buds.
This is a unique experience.
She was wrong; he didn't have the unpleasant bitterness she had imagined.
As you chew, the unique sweetness of bitter melon lingers.
On the contrary, he liked it very much.
Huo Yuzheng finished off the entire small piece of bitter melon mousse in one go, then wiped his lips clean.
He picked up his phone and sent a message to Mo Wansheng.
"The bitter melon mousse was delicious, thank you."
Mo Wansheng was stunned when she received the message. Why did this person always act differently from what she expected?
She took another piece of bitter melon mousse from the refrigerator and ate a bite herself.
From a taste perspective, it is indeed bitter.
"Most customers can't stand the taste? How come you can stand it?"
She really didn't understand.
"For me, the satisfaction of my taste buds doesn't necessarily mean sweetness. Bitterness itself is a choice."
Mo Wansheng was completely defeated, and she let out a long sigh.
He had hoped to take this opportunity to get revenge on Huo Yuzheng, but it seems to be another failure.
When she got home that evening, she took all the leftover bitter melon mousse back to her suburban villa.
Huo Yuzheng returned home as early as yesterday, arriving before her.
He was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Mo Wansheng carried the bitter melon mousse all the way to the kitchen and put the cake in the refrigerator.
"I brought back the rest of the mousse. Help yourself if you want some."
Huo Yuzheng: "Okay, thank you."
Mo Wansheng did not leave immediately; she leaned against the cabinet door.
She wanted to see what dishes to have for dinner.
To avoid an awkward silence, she casually made a conversation, "Why are you back so early again today?"
"Because I said last night that I would cook when I got back."
If he hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten again.
Mo Wansheng quickly glanced at the vegetables and meats on the table, all of which were her favorites.
After considering the possible combinations and guessing what they would be for dinner, she prepared to quickly leave the kitchen.
Huo Yuzheng was chopping vegetables when he noticed she was about to leave, and added, "Dinner will be served in half an hour."
So she didn't go back to her room, but sat properly in a corner of the dining room.
From that spot, one could see Huo Yuzheng cooking in the kitchen from a distance through the glass sliding door.
She propped her head up with her left hand, opened her phone with her right hand, and sent a message to "Blueberry Cake".
"Hey bro, if I may ask, does your future spouse come back to cook for you?"
After not receiving a reply for a long time, she put her phone down.
Mo Wansheng changed the direction of her right hand, and used both hands to support her cheeks.
She simply let her gaze fall on him aimlessly.
The kitchen was filled with loud noises, with spatulas clattering against pots.
He was stir-frying pork kidneys with scallions. The scallions and pork kidneys mingled together, creating a unique aroma that belonged to both of them.
Huo Yuzheng's powerful arms moved up and down, revealing the lines of his muscles between the spatula and the ladle.
He was wearing a white shirt with an apron around his neck.
The fabric of the shirt limited his performance.
His movements were skillful and pleasing to the eye.
Mo Wansheng smacked her lips, thinking it was a real shame she wasn't a cooking and food streamer.
Finally, Huo Yuzheng tossed all the scallion-filled kidneys and pork belly from the pot into a side dish.
It's shiny and looks very tempting.
Next, he started cooking soup.
Huo Yuzheng placed a slab of dried seaweed into boiling water, where it unfurled like a skirt.
He opened the refrigerator door, took out a fresh egg, rinsed it briefly with water, and skillfully tapped it against the corner of the pot.
The eggshell cracked perfectly, and the egg liquid flowed out along the crack, slowly leaping into the pot.
With a perfect arc, the eggshell was tossed into the trash can, and he picked up a spoon and gently stirred it for a moment.
The egg flowers gradually took shape in the steaming pot.
Everything was so natural and perfect.
Mo Wansheng's small mouth was slightly open, her face full of surprise.
She had eaten Huo Yuzheng's cooking before, but this was the first time she had seen him cook.
So smooth and flowing.
The nanny brought the dishes Huo Yuzheng had prepared to the dining table.
Mo Wansheng continued to watch him as he untied his apron, casually tossed it aside, and hung it on a hook.
With its height advantage, it doesn't need to stand on tiptoe at all.
After tidying himself up, Huo Yuzheng came out and sat directly opposite Mo Wansheng.
"Have a meal?"
Mo Wansheng quickly looked at him and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"good."
It smells very good.
All the dishes smelled delicious.
Mo Wansheng couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mr. Huo, who taught you your cooking skills? You're such a good cook."
Huo Yuzheng's tone was very calm, "I learned to cook a little when I was a child. Later, when I was studying abroad, I often cooked, so I became skilled at it."
He picked up the serving chopsticks and casually put several pieces of meat on her plate.
"I see."
No wonder, most people who study abroad can cook a little bit.
However, it is rare to see someone burn a fire as well as Huo Yuzheng.
"And what about you? Why do you want to open a dessert shop?" Huo Yuzheng then asked.
Mo Wansheng blinked, a little surprised.
She thought he had no curiosity whatsoever about her life.
Because Huo Yuzheng never takes the initiative to ask about her life.
"When I was in college, a senior invited me to join the pastry club. The club would organize some activities. After staying there for a year, I became the president. Later, I found that I really liked it, so after graduation, I opened a dessert shop."
"I quite enjoy desserts, so I thought I'd try making them myself."
“But I feel, Mr. Huo, that you don’t actually like to eat much.” Mo Wansheng glanced at Huo Yuzheng’s rice bowl.
He put down his chopsticks, looked at Mo Wansheng, and said, "Yes, I don't really enjoy eating the food I cook."
"I just enjoy cooking; everyone's experience is different."
"Oh, I see." Mo Wansheng sighed regretfully. "That's such a pity. You have no idea how delicious your cooking is. To be honest, I've never eaten such delicious food before I tasted your cooking."
"I'll tell you in secret."
Mo Wansheng leaned forward slightly, gesturing for Huo Yuzheng to come closer.
Seeing that Huo Yuzheng did not move, she blinked at him anxiously.
Huo Yuzheng is not a talkative person when eating.
But in front of her, he ultimately succumbed.
He stood up from his seat, his eyes full of indulgence, and moved from opposite her to her side.
As if she were doing something to keep secret, Mo Wansheng glanced around to make sure no one was there before lowering her voice to speak.
"Actually, your father-in-law also loves to cook, but I have to say, his skill level is really just so-so. I always have to praise him. If you come back with me next time, and he's in a good mood and cooks for us, just praise him as much as you can, and he'll definitely be happy."
She noticed the doubt in Huo Yuzheng's eyes and patted her chest confidently.
"Guaranteed authentic! If you don't, the Mo family will take your surname, Huo!"
She was so radiant.
Huo Yuzheng's lips curled slightly, his eyes fixed on her dancing and her lifelike movements.
"Okay, I'll definitely go back and praise Dad next time." He didn't dampen her spirits and continued along with her words.
Mo Wansheng chuckled, "If he knew you were so perceptive, he'd be ecstatic."
When are we going back next?
Mo Wansheng stared straight at him, stunned.
She hadn't expected him to offer to go back together.
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