The wind and the sun are beautiful, July's little tail flies with the magic birds in the sky, and the sun hides behind the little clouds and sleeps comfortably. The poetry flower town is also lazy and slow-paced to enjoy its sleep, and the colorful bubbles float to the colorful flowers and fly to the colorful fountain. Mr. Courier rode a small wooden horse to deliver mail and parcels from Shihua Town, and Mr. Courier carried himself on the back of the small wooden horse to give himself to her aunt's daughter, Little Girl, who had a cute bow and a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Mr. Courier, who is very popular, shook his head helplessly and gave them candy, thinking that it was really not easy to be a Daddy Superman who was the daughter of a little princess. "When I grow up, I want to marry him and be his bride and wear a beautiful wedding dress! Daddy with a little crown on your head! The little girl made a promise to Mr. Courier in a milky voice, and Mr. Courier touched her balls and said hello to the owner of the dessert shop passing by.

There is also a very popular gentleman in Shihua Town, he is the owner of the dessert house, and people affectionately call him Mr. Sweet. Mr. Sweet is a gentle boy with a smile on his face, and Mr. Sweet also saw Mr. Courier walking out of his dream dessert house towards their father and daughter. "I'll give you a doughnut!" Mr. Sweet, who likes children very much, squatted down and stuffed the strawberry-flavored doughnuts into the little girl's hands, and the little girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the two small balls trembled slightly. "Eat slowly, be careful not to get tooth decay!" Mr. Sweet's voice is like the cream on the cake, soft and very Su, which makes people listen to it like a spring breeze, and the brisk tone makes people comfortable and pleasant to listen to.

"Little princess, ..... soon," Mr. Courier was poked by the little girl with her chubby little hand before he could finish speaking. Daddy, I know, you don't have to teach me! I'm a sensible baby! "The little girl is arrogant and fierce to poke Mr. Courier, and Mr. Daughter Slave Courier is helpless again. The little girl stood up, kissed Mr. Sweet, and then whispered to him. "Mr. Sweet is so handsome, I want to marry you when I grow up!" After saying this, the little girl embarrassedly got into Mr. Courier's arms, and Mr. Courier, who felt that she was being treated differently, pouted and patted Mr. Tian on the back.

"Haha, your father and daughter are really a living treasure!" Mr. Sweet laughed and stuffed a bag of doughnuts into the little girl's arms. "Such a well-behaved child, no reward!" Mr. Sweet chatted with them a few more words, and then returned to the dessert house to prepare desserts and desserts for the afternoon tea guests.

There is also a small wooden sign at the door of the Dreamscape Dessert House, the kittens are rolling in the door with woolen balls after the lunch break, and Mr. Sweet in the dessert house wears an apron and an equally white chef's hat. The golden curls are neatly pressed inside by the chef's hat, and such a sweet gentleman looks even more handsome. The smell of sweetness and greasy in the air, mixed with the smell of red bean cheese and milk butter, is not to mention the temptation for those with a sweet tooth. Green raisins, bright red cherries and strawberries, a cake base coated with whipped cream and full of egg aroma, and frosting as bright as Mr. Sweet's eyes. Mr. Sweet turned around and stirred the bubbling red beans in the small pot, then poured in the coconut water and coconut flour, stirred well, put in the gelatin slices, put on cotton gloves and poured the coconut-scented red beans into the cute little square box, and then carefully froze the refrigerator nearby. When you're done, wipe the sweat off your forehead and prepare to make blueberry tarts, the oven is already preheated, put the crust into the pie tin, pour the egg mixture, and finally sprinkle in a large spoonful of blueberries. Mr. Sweet skillfully concocted dozens of small egg tarts and sent them to the oven at all.

"Make ice cream!" Mr. Sweet elegantly picked up a goblet, poured the sweet and sour yogurt into it, poured in the thick honey, stirred many times, and spilled the ice cream ball frozen in advance after a while. Finally, it is garnished with pineapple slices and diced mangoes, and the peaches are also pink and hung in the corners of the cup.

Isn't Mr. Sweet, a hard-working, girly prince charming a little charming? Mr. Sweet went on to prepare his cream cake, the fluffy cake crust ready to welcome its fruit and cream jam friends. Mr. Sweet spreads the cream all over the cake, puts the sliced kiwi dragon fruit and various fruits on top, and finally garnishes it with jam, and the fruit cream cake is finished. "Leave this moment behind!" Mr. Sweet picked up the camera and clicked and photographed his own perfect creations, the Q-bomb pudding, the fragrant cheesecake, and the bitter and mellow dark chocolate cake all stood perfectly next to Mr. Sweet waiting to take a picture of them. "It's time to open after a break!" Mr. Sweet, who finished taking the photo, talked to himself with the chubby little orange cat on his legs. "I've lost weight again!" Mr. Sweet picked up the heavy little orange cat and sat on the rocking chair, and the little orange cat meowed and licked Mr. Sweet's handsome face.

The kittens were entangled in wool, the small wooden signs became do business, and the wind chimes on the door jingled crisply. Pedestrians on the side of the road, whether they are couples, couples or friends, have happy smiles on their faces, and a few little Lori are walking on the street with dolls, wearing new dresses and facing the summer wind, I don't know how beautiful it is! The town of poetry and flowers is so beautiful and so poetic, and the townspeople of the town are so friendly and harmonious. The kitten finally untied the messy yarn ball, squinted lazily and prepared to eat its little dried fish! The tinkling of spring water in the multicolored fountain and the melting of the cones in the flaming red lips of the fashionable girl greet Mr. Sweet for his afternoon dessert hour.

Dream Dessert House is very popular, a pair of young couples, a group of young girlfriends, and a full-time mother with a few little Lori Xiao Zhengtai, all like to come here to drink afternoon tea and eat desserts to enjoy their good time. Mr. Sweet, who likes children very much, has a smile on his face and distributes marshmallows to the cute and innocent little ones, and several little girls arrange their makeup and peek at Mr. Sweet. Mr. Tian is accustomed to holding the order list to recommend today's special desserts to them, and his charming voice and smile and sweet and greasy taste make the girl who is still single fall into madness. The face is red, and the little peach bubbles fill the dream dessert house.

The poetry and flower river flows quietly in contrast to the hot summer, the old grandfathers and grandmothers on the flower bridge walk slowly, and the cute pets are also slowly accompanying them. There are several boats in the creek, and whenever the boats row under the bridge, the couples will kiss and hug hotly. In this way, Mr. Tian spent a busy but very fulfilling afternoon, the guests left one after another, Mr. Tian turned the small wooden sign over, locked the door from the inside, and prepared to sleep for a while and get up for dinner.

"Let's sleep together, little orange!" Mr. Sweet carried the chubby little orange cat to the small attic behind the dessert house, and entered the room through a short flower path. The little orange cat found a comfortable position and slept lazily, purring and enjoying a lazy sleep time. Outside the house, the scenery of the Milky Way suddenly turned into a sky, and the flowers of the flower road stretched out and got ready to sleep with Hatche.

The night was quiet, a small shadow in the dessert house rolled on the ground, and after standing up awkwardly, he looked curiously at the dream dessert house. "It smells so good here!" The mysterious dango muttered to herself as she looked at the various sweets placed on the high table. "I'm so hungry!" The mysterious dumpling patted his round little belly and climbed up to the table with his legs in his arms.

"Smack!" The mysterious group that crawled for the first time failed in battle and fell to the ground, and the mysterious group got up and climbed up the second time holding the table legs. “duang！” The mysterious danzi man fell to the ground on his back, and the third and fourth times, the mysterious danzi who did not give up finally climbed onto the table for the fortieth time holding the table legs. The mysterious dumpling looked at the chocolate pie and swallowed his saliva, and he couldn't stand the aroma, and the whole dough pounced on the chocolate pie, and the chocolate pie was pounced on by the mysterious dumpling.

"Hungry?" Mr. Sweet rubbed the little orange cat's little ears, and the little orange meowed and rubbed Mr. Sweet obediently. "Eat chicken cutlet fried shrimp tonight!" Mr. Sweet picks up the little orange cat and prepares to go back to the dream dessert house, and the little orange cat bites and plays with Mr. Sweet's shirt button. "I'm so hungry! Are you hungry too! "Mr. Sweet touches the little orange's chubby and round belly, fortunately Mr. Sweet is not fat, or our male protagonist is as fat as the little orange!

At night, the town of Shihua is still so beautiful, with swarms of fireflies dancing around the lace, and the green fluorescence is connected with the dark blue sky covered with stars. The moonlight reflects the small river of poetry and flowers, and the river flows quietly, as if singing a lullaby to the little fish in the river, and the insects seem to play music to the owl again. Mr. Sweet's golden hair under the moonlight shone brightly, showing that he was more gentle. The night was too beautiful, and Mr. Sweet sat at the door of the dessert house with the little orange in his arms and looked at the stars. A little squirrel came to Mr. Sweet's side, the little orange cat pretended to be fierce with its teeth and claws, and Mr. Sweet patted its little tail.

"Would you like a nut?" Mr. Sweet stretched out his hand to the little squirrel, the little squirrel climbed on his shoulder, and Mr. Sweet walked into the dessert house and opened the door to find nuts for the little squirrel to eat. One of the little gluttons who heard the sound widened his eyes in fright, and he scrambled to find a place to hide. "Pistachios and walnuts!" Mr. Sweet peels a pistachio and feeds it to the little squirrel, who puffs up his cheeks and chews the nuts. The little gluttonous man in the shadows peeked at this man through the moonlight, and he was so beautiful under the moonlight. The little gluttonous man sighed, Mr. Sweet looked at the little orange and the little squirrel gently, and sure enough, Mr. Sweet, who likes small animals, is also very cute!