Food is like ginseng fruit, you can only taste it carefully like Tang Seng, and you can't learn the eight precepts to eat a full mouthful.

The beauty of food lies in its rarity, and if you are willing to take out rare things and share them with others, listen to other people's praises, and see other people's expressions as if they were acting, this will make up the greatest joy of eating food.

No food can stand up to the scrutiny of taste, and the real ones that you never get tired of eating are always millet and noodles.

"Mary!" He Xueyi turned around and whispered to a waitress not far away.

Ma Li is her best friend, and last time she assisted Wang Shiyi and He Xueyi's relationship with her cunning brother, but it is embarrassing that the ending of the matter is not perfect.

After Ma Li heard He Xueyi's shout, she raised her head, and saw that she was holding a snack in her hand, so she quietly walked over: "He Xueyi, what are you eating in your mouth?"

"Bird's Nest Cake!" He Xueyi said in a low voice, in the morning, there were few people who came to the café to drink coffee, and she didn't dare to say it loudly, affecting other guests.

"Is it delicious?" asked Ma Li as she swallowed a mouthful of water, she was a foodie, and she had heard from coffee drinkers before, and she had long wanted to taste it.

"It seems to have the fragrance of coconut pulp inside!" He Xueyi chewed slightly, closed her eyes and thought about it.

"Really?" asked Mary, smiling as she stared at her slightly chewy mouth.

"You can taste it!" He Xueyi said as she handed one to Ma Li.

"Hmm!" Ma Li nodded like a chicken pecking rice, took the bird's nest cake, held it in the palm of her hand, and looked at it carefully, "He Xueyi, such a delicate thing, I really can't bear to eat it!"

"You are reluctant to eat, then give it to me!" He Xueyi finished speaking, pretending to snatch her bird's nest cake.

"No, this girl is a foodie, whoever robs me of my food, I will fight with whom!" Ma Li glared at He Xueyi with an exaggerated expression.

He Xueyi laughed, in order to eat delicious food, this Ma Li turned into a fierce god and evil, and she was about to tear her face with her best friend!

"Baby, good! baby, good!" Ma Li gently stroked the bird's nest cake with her hand, like stroking a tame Persian cat, "Sister is reluctant to eat you, it is all forced by He Xueyi!" After speaking, she opened her big mouth, ahhhhh

"Even if you two beauties have a vision, Chen Yizhai's bird's nest cake is the proudest snack of Hong Kong people!" Food is really the poison of beautiful women, and Mr. Huo feels a little excited.

"Really?" Ma Li closed her eyes and chewed a few more times when she heard the word pride, "Let me guess what this delicacy is made of! It has pear flavor, pine nuts, coconut meat, and Southeast Asian swiftlet bird's nest!"

Oh my God, that's the real food control, you can know what's in it just by taste.

He Xueyi looked at her in surprise: "Ma Li, you are too powerful! The secret recipe of the century-old store, you can break it after you taste it, aren't people afraid that you will leak the secret?"

"He Xueyi, people are protected by patents, do I dare to leak secrets as a weak woman?

"We are the food capital of Hong Kong!" Mr. Fok said proudly as he saw them chatting energetically.

"Is this from Hong Kong? No wonder it's so delicious? Are you from Hong Kong?" Ma Li looked at Mr. Huo in surprise, the food packaging box was printed with traditional Chinese characters, which attracted her attention, although Mr. Huo often frequented the café, and Ma Li knew him, but no one had ever told her that this Mr. Huo was a Hong Kong person.

"Yes!" Mr. Fok smirked and said, Hong Konger, an identity with an extremely superior sense in front of mainlanders, of course he is proud.

"Are you from Hong Kong?" Ma Li couldn't believe her eyes!

I am a working girl and a Hong Kong boss on an equal footing!

She blinked her eyes and smiled at Mr. Huo: "Boss, did you bring this delicacy?"

"Okay!" Mr. Huo agreed without hesitation.

That day, Mr. Huo ordered a cup of coffee and watched He Xueyi leave with the box of bird's nest cakes, and his heart was happier than eating the bird's nest cakes made on the spot.

"He Xueyi, how did you know this Hong Kong boss?" As they turned to leave, Mary asked curiously.

"He's a regular customer of mine, and he often comes for coffee, and after a long time, we got to know each other!" He Xueyi explained.

"I entered the store around the same time as you, you can know the Hong Kong boss, alas, why can't I know him!" Ma Li said with a sigh.

"Didn't you know him today? His surname is Huo, just call him Mr. Huo!" He Xueyi said.

"Mr. Huo, I remember!" said Mary.

Their distant conversation vaguely drifted into Mr. Huo's ears, making Hong Kong Mr. Huo feel happy and fulfilling, drinking coffee in those shops in Hong Kong, and there has never been a beautiful waitress who has ever looked at him, let alone paid special attention to him, ordinary people in Hong Kong have become a rare thing in Shenzhen.

When he finished his coffee and left, it was almost noon.

While looking back, he recalled the intoxicated appearance of He Xueyi and Ma Li eating bird's nest cake, and felt that it was simply the most beautiful painting in the world, a painting that no Danqing could describe.

That painting will forever hang on the door of his memory.

As he walked, he plunged into the abyss of fantasy.

In a trance, he seemed to see He Xueyi gently asking for a kiss from him, and he was flustered, thinking about whether to kiss her upper lip first or her lower lip first.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang.

What happened? Mr. Huo looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see anything broken, and he was wondering when a few women with buckteeth were smiling at him in the back.

Oh no! My forehead was burning like a fire, and it hurt faintly, ah! It turned out that I had collided with the pillar.

He touched his forehead with his hand, and there was indeed a horn, and as soon as he hit it, he became the Bull Demon King.

When he thought of the Bull Demon King, he thought of the ugly monster, this ugly thing is too big! Don't let the group of beauties in the café see it.

When they saw it, the only remaining bit of confidence in him would turn to ashes, and in the future, how could his dignified boss raise his head in front of the goddess?

Not to mention confession!

As soon as he thought of this, he quickly ran outside.

The women with buckteeth behind them couldn't help it, they all laughed, and their thick waists were bowed in the corridor.