Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

"Here is my contact information. Call me when you get off work in the evening. I'll be waiting for you at the door of the store."

Jian Yan wrote her his cell phone number and asked for her phone number.

"Then sister, wait for me at night!"

The girl smiled and stopped refusing, carefully holding the paper box of mousse and left.

After she left, the staff member asked the woman standing at the door in confusion: "Boss, aren't we already full of 20 prizes for today's raffle? How did you let that girl win?"

"It's a bit of a trick." Jian Yan returned to the store, shook the lottery box, and randomly poured out a few cards. He tore them open and found the words "free of charge" written on them all. "I put all the free of charge cards in this, and she will definitely win."

The cashier scratched his head: "She is the boss's friend, right? If the boss wants to give her the cake, just give it to her directly. This store is yours... Why do you have to use such a troublesome method?"

Jian Yan glanced at her and said nothing more.

night.

Jin Bushi gets off work at nine-fifty, and it was already ten o'clock when she called.

When she arrived at the dessert shop, she found the woman already waiting for her at the door.

After picking up the cake, the corners of her mouth were curled up with joy.

The woman in the misty grey wool coat reached out and touched her head, her eyes gentle as if she was looking at her own child: "Let's go, let's go eat."

Jin Bushi was stunned when she reached the sixth floor of the building. The forest-style restaurant in front of her made her feel like she had walked into an oil painting by a famous foreign artist.

What catches the eye is a large area of ​​dark green plants, winding streams with curling mist, and needle-leaved and broad-leaved wheat ears decorated in uneven but unique ways; black screens decorate the walls, with dark blue light paths flowing on them, like stars sliding down the sky, so mysterious that one has to be careful when breathing; melodious piano music is playing in the restaurant, echoing ethereal sounds, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.

Her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and her hands holding the cake clenched tightly, feeling anxious and fearful.

How much does this cost?

She...has no money.

Jian Yan walked in and found that the girl had not followed. She turned around and saw her panic and concern, so she gently comforted her: "I didn't eat tonight because I worked overtime. This meal was reimbursed by my boss. You can eat as much as you want without paying."

After hearing her say this, Jin Bushi followed her in with a sense of relief.

Whispered behind her: "I thought you were treating me... I can't let you spend money"

Jian Yan silently raised the corners of his mouth.

They walked to the designated location, a long solid wooden table, next to which was a beautifully decorated landscape of vegetation and a stone mountain. The stone mountain was surrounded by cold mist, which wrapped around their ankles as they arrived.

Jian Yan handed the menu to the girl.

Because he was worried that the girl would feel restrained and uncomfortable, he considerately asked the waiter who was waiting at the table to leave first.

He said to the girl: "Order as many as you like. Order all you like. You only have one 17th birthday in your life. Don't treat yourself badly."

Afraid that Jin Buxi would be unable to let go, she smiled playfully: "The boss is there to be slaughtered anyway, don't feel any psychological pressure!"

Jin Buxi nodded, looked at the expensive menu, and gritted her teeth to order three dishes. She didn't order too many because she really couldn't order too many. Each dish cost a thousand yuan, which was equivalent to half a month's salary for her.

Jian Yan ordered a few more dishes and also ordered a bottle of light fruit wine.

Then put the cake box on the table and start unpacking the cake.

Jin Bushi opened the calligraphy paper box and was stunned the moment he saw the cake.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful!"

Let out an exclamation.

“The Longjing cream cake at Lanting Collection smells so good. No wonder it’s so expensive. The level of sophistication is amazing!”

The aroma of tea is mixed with the tempting sweetness of cream.

She looked at it carefully and felt that what she saw in front of her was a work of art and she didn't dare to touch it.

I took out my phone to take a picture and muttered, "The words in this poem really look like they were written with a brush. The strokes are strong and powerful, just like an artist's handwriting... I thought it would be written all over the cake, but it turned out to be rice paper with gold foil! The tea green base and the gold foil layer look so good together!"

Jian Yan held his chin and looked at her, his face full of satisfaction and joy: "Your love makes it valuable."

Jin Buxi shook his head: "How could that be? The value is given by the pastry chef who made the cake. I am lucky to see it!"

She seemed to have been captured by this exquisite poetry cake and couldn't wait to pick up the knife to cut it.

Jian Yan lowered her eyes and smiled.

The scene in the dessert shop’s kitchen this afternoon flashed through my mind.

"Boss, do you really want to make it yourself? No need, we can do it. We have experience in poetry cakes..."

The senior pastry chef was at a loss when he saw her cutting the cake base with her own hands.

Jian Yan smiled and declined: "No, this is my birthday greeting to her, how can I not make it myself?"

She used a very thin and finely cut chocolate sauce bag to squeeze out the fragment of "Lanting Xu", including the sharp strokes. She wrote the words on rice paper over and over again, and finally got a satisfactory version.

This is her intention, hoping to help this lovely sunflower-like girl embark on a bright path.

It may not be all flowers and glory, but it must not be hopeless and difficult.

She will do her best.

"Sister, you eat the first piece."

Jin Buxi presented the cut cake to her. Jian Yan came back to her senses, looked at the pie-shaped cake in front of her, and said with a smile, "It's your birthday, so of course you have to eat it first, and you have to light the candles and make a wish."

The girl shook her head.

"I wanted to thank you."

Jane Yan's heart skipped a beat. Was what she did discovered?

"Sister Shangguan, I'm lucky to have met you three times. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have won the free meal and wouldn't have had the cake. And you treated me to the mousse at noon today. So it's only right that you should eat the first piece."

Jian Yan breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

So it was thanks to this. I thought my purpose had been discovered.

She couldn't refuse any longer, so she took the cake and ate it with a fork.

Because it is not easy to praise something you made, it feels like Wang Po is selling melons, so she said: "You can try it too."

The girl then made a wish:

"I hope my mother can wake up, and I hope I can be admitted to Kyoto University."

Then he opened his eyes and started moving impatiently.

She forked a piece and the delicate cream melted on her tongue. Her eyes lit up: "The aroma of Longjing tea and milk combined feels so good. This is the first time I've eaten such a delicious, fragrant and non-greasy cake!"

"Unlike the mixture of milk tea, this cake retains the taste of both. The designer's proportions are really amazing... It's really unreasonable that this cake didn't sell well!"

He was stuffing food into his mouth while commenting on it, enjoying it. He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and his expression was very happy.

"Mmm~ delicious! I'm so happy!"