Although the new "little brother" attracted the attention of some customers, it was the bread and cakes that attracted the most attention!

"Little boss, what's the cake for today?"

Lou Qingyu stood behind the cake cabinet, looked at Wen Qing, who was hugged by the crowd, heard the guest's question, and stretched out his hand to signal the top plate of cakes, "It's a chocolate mille-feuille cake." ”

The light brown crust is layered on top of each other, and the thin crust like a cicada's wings is wrapped in snow-white cream, and the thick black and mellow chocolate sauce is faintly drizzled, and on top of the chocolate sauce is a layer of powdered sugar like snowflakes, and the layers of delicate appearance make all the customers who see it can't help but want to reach out and count how many layers there are.

After a moment of silence, like a rebound, the sound of scrambling to place an order followed.

"Little brother, let's have a chocolate mille-feuille cake!"

"I also want a chocolate mille-feuille, plus a pineapple bun, and a glass of pure milk!"

Before Wen Qing could react, Lou Qingyu and Zhao Pengfei, who had arrived belatedly, had already skillfully taken it out of the cake cabinet, packed it, and collected the money.

At this time, someone noticed Wen Qing who was standing on the side, and hurriedly shouted, "This little brother, you can help me get two!" If you don't take it again, you will be robbed of everything, and the limited cakes that are specially provided every day are emptied as soon as possible.

As soon as she was called, Wen Qing quickly reacted and joined the ranks of taking bread/cakes, packing, and collecting money, because of her cashier experience in a fast food restaurant, Wen Qing was already able to complete this job very skillfully after completing three or four orders.

The chocolate mille-feuille cake was the first cake to sell out, followed by matcha cake rolls and mango cake rolls, and because it was Saturday, many high school students came to buy cakes, order milk tea and drinks, and sit comfortably in the leisurely sofa area.

Three girls sat on either side of a table in the corner, and on the small round table were five or six small plates, each cake of no small size.

"You're so cute, isn't it? What's on it? Milk and strawberries?"

The girl who spoke had a baby face, and her small eyes kept looking at the soufflé in front of her companion next door, the fluffy and chubby quiche cake was drizzled with a layer of pure white liquid, and there was a touch of cherry blossom pink-like jam flowing slowly on the "vast" quiche.

"It's yogurt with jasmine strawberry jam, and it is said that jasmine strawberry jam is made by the little brother himself. ”

The more the baby-faced girl looked at it, the more she liked it, and even this layer of flowing yogurt felt very artistic, and her eyes were about to glow green, so her companion quickly cut it and took a big bite.

"Wow!"

"What's wrong?"

"It tastes soft, like a white cloud, and the yogurt and strawberry jam on it taste sweet and sour, so delicious~"

"I knew I wanted a soufflé too. Babyface stared at his companion's soufflé with envy, and took a bite of the bright and dazzling lemon tart in his mouth, the soft and fragrant lemon core, which was carefully injected into the warm yellow tart skin by the baker.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue are eroded step by step, the sour and sweet taste of the fusion between the fresh lemon and the tart peel, the sour and the sweetness of the sourness, refreshing but not greasy, as if returning to the feeling of a junior high school crush on a handsome senior, the handsome teenager is full of childishness and vitality.

The lemon-scented tart filling, the perfect balance of sour and sweet, this taste makes Babyface no longer have time to pay attention to other people's soufflés, two or three bites to solve a small lemon tart, every bite is super satisfying!

Babyface touched his belly, ate three points full, looked at the remaining two lemon tarts on the table, and had a bit of a fierce struggle in his heart, there was a bit of meat on his stomach recently, I shouldn't have eaten so much!

I'm losing weight!

Hold on, I can't be tempted!

I.... Looking at the lemon tart on the plate, I couldn't help but pick up the second lemon tart again, the baby face squinted his eyes in satisfaction, what kind of fat to lose, is the lemon tart not delicious, or the cake is not delicious!

After a morning, with Wen Qing helping to share some work, Lou Qingyu felt a lot less pressure, holding a black mug, his slender figure leaned lightly in front of the glass window, and stood with a pair of long legs folded, with a faint expression.

Even though Wen Qing already knew that this handsome and good-looking person was a girl, she still couldn't stop her eyes from falling on Lou Qingyu, Zhao Pengfei saw this scene, glanced at Lou Qingyu, and then at Wen Qing, and always felt that this scene was gay.

In order to prevent the occurrence of a love affair in the bakery, Zhao Pengfei slowly approached Wen Qing, with a pineapple bun in his mouth and the only remaining chocolate mille-feuille cake in his hand, which perfectly matched his figure.

Wen Qing was taking out the empty plates in the two cabinets one by one to prepare for cleaning, just turned sideways, a figure blocked her way, raised her eyes to look, and lowered her head violently, this fat brother is the one who wanted to snatch her cake last time!

Zhao Pengfei didn't recognize Wen Qing at all, he ate up the pineapple bun in three or two bites, and talked to Wen Qing as soon as he opened his mouth, "Hey, little brother, are you a new baker? or a baking apprentice?"

Wen Qing turned around and put the plate under the faucet, took the rag and slowly wiped some of the cream marks left behind, and replied softly, "It's nothing." ”

"Oh, you're a newbie!"

"Yes, and I'm not a man. ”

"It's not a man?!" Zhao Pengfei was stunned for a moment, his whole body shook, only the chocolate mille-feuille cake in his hand was still stable, and after looking at Wen Qing for a long time, he finally felt that the extremely short "boy" in front of him was a girl.

Zhao Pengfei scratched his head and muttered a little puzzled, "Why do girls like to cut their hair short? And after cutting it short, they are more handsome than fat guys, it's unreasonable!"

The silver fork slowly fell, moving slowly from the side of the triangle, layers of light brown egg cakes "melted" in the white cream bath, the tempting cream layers, layers of lines, one by one revealed, Zhao Pengfei couldn't wait to "woo" to take a big bite, and the next second, happily stomped his feet!

That's right!

It's so delicious!

Layers of smooth and soft chocolate-flavored quiches, paired with sweet but not greasy pure white cream, the rich aroma continues to impact the buds of the foodie fat brother, and the different flavors of the two ingredients echo each other between the tongue and teeth, playing a symphony of color and fragrance.

Zhao Pengfei, who kept screaming, picked up the last bit of cake and ate it, and called out a little dissatisfied, "Xiao Qingyu!!"

The faint tone still couldn't hide the nice voice, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Pengfei's chubby face was full of admiration, "The chocolate mille-feuille you made is so delicious!!Can you make another piece?"

"No, you can't. "An almost brutal refusal.

"Why?!" heard Zhao Pengfei's terrible scream, as if someone had stolen something important.

"I'm going to teach Wen Qing how to make cakes. Lou Qingyu laughed in a low voice, and at this time, he raised a pair of black eyes and looked at Wen Qing, "What cake do you want to learn?"

Facing those good-looking eyes, Wen Qing's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and she spoke cautiously, "Last time, the chocolate dragon cake roll you invited me to eat, is it okay?"

Before Lou Qingyu could react, Zhao Pengfei next to him had already answered first, "Yes!!" A pair of bright eyes looked at Lou Qingyu at the same time, and the expectation and hope were self-evident.

In the long waiting between the two, Zhao Pengfei was about to jump up, Lou Qingyu pondered for a moment, and then raised a trace of arc on his lips before answering slowly.

"Yes. ”