【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

While Logan delivered dessert, Scott introduced them to each other. Jean picked up the freshly baked egg tart and took a bite. The sweet and smooth egg tart filling almost flowed out, and the slightly hot meringue was also fragrant and crisp, with a slight milky aroma.

"It's as delicious as Scott said." The red-haired woman finished her dessert carefully and said with a smile. Logan had a brief chat with Jean, and he was deeply impressed by this woman who spoke clearly and thoughtfully.

Because the guests came, Logan took his leave first.The two people who were sitting started talking about business, and it was getting late after the work-related matters were confirmed. Jean raised her eyes to look at the sky, then turned her head and stared at Scott for a while. As a friend who has known him for many years, Jean knew he couldn't persuade him, but whether it was from a work perspective or out of personal concern, she still said: "Take a rest." .”

"I will," said the novelist, pursing his lips, "don't worry."

After Jean left, Scott sat for a while longer before saying goodbye to Rogue and Logan.

Scott knew that Wolverine's door opened at seven o'clock in the morning, and it was rare for him to get up early and go to the dessert shop.The young man didn't bring his handbag, and when the wind chimes rang, Logan poked his head out from the back kitchen. He was a little surprised when he saw Scott, but he still asked professionally, "What do you want?"

"Don't worry about me." Scott waved his hand, and the man nodded at the young man amidst the prompt sound of the machine, and said, "Wait a moment."

Scott folded his hands and leaned on the seat that was almost his exclusive, and he tilted his head to look at the display window in the back kitchen, where Logan was rolling dough and making pie crust.The man in the white apron with ruffles had his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and his arms were bent so that the muscles bulged in a dangerous arc.The owner of those hands, who looked capable of fighting wolves hand-to-hand in a frozen Canadian forest, is now just pouring custard into molds shaped like cartoon wolves.

After setting the baking tray, Logan brought out a drawer of small cakes from another oven, placed them on the worktop, and then evenly drizzled a layer of maple syrup on the soft and fluffy cake surface.Fresh chocolate shavings and colorful jelly beans were sprinkled on the triangular cake, and the small biscuits were served by Logan in a transparent bag-he was so skilled that he could accurately pack a fixed weight without even weighing it.He sealed the plastic packaging and walked out with them, while the tall pastry chef put fresh cakes and biscuits in the display case.After the showcase was gradually filled with all kinds of delicious and beautiful snacks, Logan dusted off the flour on his apron, and with a snow-white dinner plate in one hand, he walked towards Scott who had been idly observing in the exclusive corner for a long time.

There is a piece of fragrant waffle on a white porcelain plate, the garnished cream is covered with all kinds of neatly cut fresh fruits, and there is also a glass of freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice that looks very healthy.

"I didn't order those." Scott was confused when he saw the food in front of him, and it was obviously not on the menu.It wasn't official business hours yet, and Logan sat directly next to him.

"Good morning, Scott." The man raised his eyebrows, the meaning was obvious. Logan had eaten breakfast before making dessert, and he guessed that the young man who had arrived suddenly in the morning must not have had breakfast.

"Good morning, Logan." Scott gave in without much struggle, because the fragrant scones were too tempting.Picking up the knife and fork, Scott let all the crispy and tender food fall into his empty stomach.He took a sip of fruit and vegetable juice contentedly. Scott, who is not a master taster, could only taste celery and pear.

"Why so early today?" Logan asked casually as he watched him eat his meal gracefully and quickly.

Logan noticed that Scott stopped drinking his drink, and then the young man shrugged and said, "Nothing."

Soon Rogue came to work, and customers came to the door one after another. By the time Logan finished his work and turned back, the young man had long since disappeared.

It was the last time Logan saw him, and, for some reason, Scott never visited again.

"I have a couple of Cyclops novels that I haven't signed yet." Rogue lamented, lying on the front desk. "It's all your fault, Logan."

Logan, who was boxing the cupcakes, rolled his eyes and handed the ribbon to the girl next to him, asking her to tie a beautiful bow.

Scott didn't come back, but his editor Jean seemed to be overwhelmed by the food here, and often came to buy small cakes.Sometimes she would take away the cakes and coffee, and sometimes she would sit at the front desk and taste them carefully, and she and Logan seemed to have a common language by accident, so the two quickly became acquainted.

"I introduced people from our publishing house." Jean winked at Logan while holding the packaged coffee. She took two packs of sugar from the box at the front desk and said with a smile, "Good things should be shared."

"Thank you." Logan recalled the recent increase in customers, and he replied jokingly, "You bought me a new egg beater."

Jean nodded to him and said goodbye. Logan just wanted Rogue to clean up the tableware left by the guests next to him, when he turned around and saw Rogue chatting happily with a brown-haired boy sitting by the French window.After thinking about it, Logan walked over by himself.

A few times later, Logan added something to Jean's coffee, and after that, the redhead didn't bring extra sugar packets with her coffee.

"Are you moving on, Logan?" Rogue asked, watching Logan put away the coffee maker.

"What?" Logan was caught off guard by the nonsense, "Why do you think so?"

"You added extra sugar to Jean on purpose," Rogue complained. "You only added sugar to Cyclops before."

"If you like sugar, I'll add it to you too." The man said blankly.

"That's different..." Of course Rogue wouldn't be intimidated by his silent threats, but she didn't know how to refute this sentence, so she could only pretend to say confidently, "You know, that's different!"

Logan had a headache, he hadn't decided what to say, the perceptive girl's eyes suddenly lit up, she cast her gaze on Bobby who came in with the sound of wind chimes, the girl left Logan who didn't know how to explain, and ran to entertain him.The regular brown-haired boy is a freelance writer, recently researching ice and snow related things, and Rogue couldn't put it down when he once wrote a report on ice sculptures. Logan hit Rogue and said that he often studies ice cubes, such as how much ice makes drinks taste better, or how much ice makes smoothest milkshakes, which makes girls feel very powerless.

Seeing the employee who was slacking off again, Logan didn't say anything more, in fact he was thankful that Rogue had lost interest in asking him.

The note jumped into Logan's head suddenly, but he shook his head. It must be abnormal to rush to the door. Is he going to ask a customer why he doesn't come to his store anymore?It's strange to think about it.As a friend, Jean would occasionally talk to him about the current situation of the youth, and that was enough.

Logan thought for a while, and rarely felt that he needed to relax. He planned to go to the bar after get off work today to have a drink and say hello to his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Logan didn't know, he would very, very, very regret this decision.