Randy's Dessert Shop has almost become one of the signature restaurants on Robertson Street, if you want to find the best dessert in Canada, it is undoubtedly the donuts, and if you want to find the best donuts in Canada, it is undoubtedly the Randy Dessert Shop.

In addition to selling some drinks, the only dessert sold is doughnuts, but there are also many options for flavors, such as mint, lemon, chocolate, cream, vanilla, blueberries, etc., with frosting or chocolate chips or nuts and almonds.

And as a specialty store that deals in doughnuts, Randy's Dessert Shop has no shortage of customers, because there are no Canadians who don't like to eat donuts, and its customers are the entire Canadian region, judging from the long queues, it is not doubtful at all.

The decoration of Randy's dessert shop is very fashionable, rich in romantic and dreamy design style, the main color is light beige, plus a little purple, constructing a hazy beauty, the glass counter displays countless doughnuts with different flavors and colors, which are all boutiques, even the patterns painted on the wall, that is also a doughnut, Sikong Yao guessed that most of the owners of this shop have tattooed a doughnut tattoo on their bodies.

The tables and chairs are also round, and the candy-colored foam, cloth and other materials are used to match the overall style of the entire dessert shop, which is very pleasant.

After Sikong Yao and Roman Monet entered Randy's Sweet House, she smiled in some surprise: "Yo, uncle, it seems that your old lover is much more capable than you, haha." ”

Roman Monet glanced at her and said, "Let me emphasize again, that is not my old lover." ”

Sikong Yao nodded. said: "Well, it's probably just your unrequited love." ”

Roman Monet was completely speechless and said, "It seems that you really don't want to eat." ”

Sikong Yao snorted and said, "Don't be so stingy, you've spent all my money all the way." ”

Romain Monet sighed helplessly, and at this moment an enthusiastic clerk came up and talked to Romain Monet in French with a little apology: "I'm sorry, but now the customers are full, if there is no reservation." You'll have to wait a minute, or you can buy some regular doughnuts at the convenient window over there to cushion your stomach, which is also very good. ”

Roman Monet was silent for a moment and said, "Bastian is not there?" ”

Sikong Yao immediately noticed that the clerk's figure had stopped for a moment. Immediately, the clerk regained his usual smile and continued to talk to Romain Monet: "Do you know our store manager?" ”

Romain Monet nodded and replied, "Yes, if she is free, you can convey it to her for me." It is said that there is an old immortal who has come to fulfill the promise to eat her doughnuts. ”

The clerk pondered for a moment, and then said, "If that's the case, please come here with me." ”

The clerk walked in front to lead the way, and Sikong Yao talked to Roman Monet in the back: "What did you say to her?" Where is she taking us? Isn't there no place anymore? ”

Romain Monet explained: "I told me that I knew their manager, and then he motioned for me to go with him, and I didn't know where to go. ”

Sikong Yao thought for a moment, and suddenly a funny idea popped up, and said with a light smile: "I guess he probably wants to take us to the baking room, and he will eat it directly if he likes it, haha." ”

Roman Monet also echoed and laughed. "That's not bad."

Of course, this clerk would never do such a stupid thing, and the baking room is not a place where outsiders can enter casually.

What he took Roman Monet and Sikong Yao to was a place that looked a bit like a conference room, if she hadn't led the way, I'm afraid that Sikong Yao and Roman Monet wouldn't have noticed this rather secluded place.

A waxy red soft leather sofa that looks very soft, and a delicate glass coffee table, full of the appearance of a conference room, Sikong Yao laughed at this time, this is definitely a VIP-level treatment.

Sikong Yao smiled: "This is not bad. I love it here. ”

The clerk communicated with Romain Monet in French: "Sir, please wait here, the store manager will be here soon." ”

Roman Monet nodded and thanked him: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The clerk nodded and smiled, "You're welcome." Need a drink? Coffee or black tea? ”

Roman Monet shook his head and said, "It's okay, don't worry about these things, she will entertain me herself when Bastian comes." ”

The clerk nodded and said, "Okay, please wait." ”

Sikong Yao sat comfortably on the sofa, and was about to sink the whole person into it, but another elastic force dragged her up, and Sikong Yao bounced twice. Not to mention how comfortable it is.

"Haha, I love this sofa, I really want to buy one and put it in my apartment." Sikong Yao couldn't put it down and stroked the lines of the leather sofa.

And Roman Monet sat honestly and motionless, he was too big to play as small and flexible as Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao teased: "Uncle, what kind of person is this Bastian?" ”

Romain Monet fell into deep thought, recalled thirty years ago, and said with emotion: "She is not a particularly beautiful woman, but there is an indescribable allure in her body, like an unpainted doughnut, even if it only has the aroma of the dough, it is very delicious without chocolate." ”

Sikong Yao pondered for a while, "Eh—it seems to be quite powerful." ”

Roman Monet actually nodded a little proudly and said, "Well, how could you defeat me otherwise?" ”

Sikong Yao snorted amusedly: "Don't put gold on your face." ”

Sikong Yao looked around for another week, and found a painting hanging on the wall, the background of the painting was countless brilliant fireworks, and under the fireworks was a group of smiling people, each with a cake on their faces, a blend.

And Sikong Yao took a closer look, and found that on the left side, there was a person who looked quite similar to Roman Monet, that is, he was a little smaller, and he was much younger.

Sikong Yao said curiously: "Uncle, is this you?" ”

Romain Monet came closer to take a look, and found his young self here, and said with emotion: "Ah! Yes, it's me, I didn't expect Bastian to have this kind of picture, it's really good. ”

Sikong Yao asked curiously, "Is there any significance to this photo?" And what are these people around? ”

Roman Monet nodded solemnly, Sikong Yao had never seen such an expression on his face, serious, solemn, proud, and admired, he explained: "This photo is a group photo of all the participants of the last dessert master, that day also happened to be Bastian's birthday, and someone made an eight-layer cake and painted us all over the body." ”

Romain Monet's expression became intoxicated, as if he was deeply immersed in the memories of that year, and the enthusiasm of alternating with countless masters now resurfaced in front of him.

Sikong Yao was also in awe, so to speak, the people in the photo in front of him are all pastry chefs who can almost represent the supreme strength of the dessert world today, and each of them is a tantrum-level figure.

Many of these people in the world have already opened their own dessert houses and international chains.

Sikong Yao also found Louis's shadow in this photo, it was really dazzling, like a bright pearl, she was very gorgeous when she was young, of course, others were not bad, although her facial features were not as delicate as Louis, but the confidence that flowed from her heart was undoubted, and this confidence made people beautiful.

Sikong Yao looked forward to the day when he would be recorded in history like this, and suddenly began to fantasize about that kind of vanity.

However, this kind of vanity is also an honor, an honor exclusive to a pastry chef, and an honor worthy of any dessert chef's lifelong pursuit.

Sikong Yao looked at this mural with envy in his eyes, and suddenly had a thought in his heart, among these people, there must be many people who have already had an epiphany about cooking, in that case, their cooking will definitely cause a vision of heaven and earth.

Sikong Yao suddenly remembered the eight-layer cake mentioned by Roman Monet, maybe the fireworks behind it are not fireworks in the first place!

The corners of Sikong Yao's mouth twitched slightly, that is really convenient, when you want to watch fireworks, you can make something you like to eat, and then there will be gorgeous fireworks blooming in the air, and there will be no gunpowder pollution, it is simply perfect.

Sikong Yao immediately said curiously: "Uncle, which one is Batisian's senior?" ”

With just the introduction of "it's like a doughnut without chocolate sauce", Sikong Yao couldn't guess what Battisian looked like, so Romain Monet took a step forward and pointed out to Sikong Yao, "Oh, this." ”

Batisian is in the second position on the right side of Romain Monet, it is really a fairly ordinary girl, but she has big eyes, a ponytail, although her facial features are not as delicate as Louis, but they are very attractive, really like an unpainted doughnut, very natural and generous.

Sikong Yao looked carefully for a while, and suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, she really said it to herself, she found that Battisian's hand really had a donut tattoo, and it was also chocolate sauce.

"I really got a donut tattoo on my body, if I knew I was looking for this, I wouldn't need you to point it out."

Romain Monet continues to admire this photograph, many of whom have made Romain Monet have quite deep memories, some pleasant and some unpleasant, but with the passage of time, in retrospect, they are all the same precious memories worth cherishing. (To be continued.) )