Ming Dai didn't know what the Ning brothers had caused because of her.

She sits side by side with Kazuwa in the back seat of the car, a box of pastries woven from green bamboo on her lap.

According to Twilight, this is the gift that Xia Ling asked him to bring.

"I heard it's a pastry?"

Ming Dai was curious.

Twilight looked at Mingdai's smart apricot eyes, and a thick smile appeared in her eyes.

"Yes, she specially told me to be careful all the way and not to bump into it."

Mr. Tang and Mr. became the porter of the pastry box.

Ming Dai exclaimed, "That's a precious pastry box."

She was a little reluctant to open it.

But Twilight said, "Don't you taste it?"

"It's so precious, I want to take it home and taste it slowly."

Ming Dai hugged the bamboo box, said honestly, paused again, and suddenly remembered,

"Does Uncle want to eat?"

And Twilight wanted to shake his head in denial.

But looking at Ming Dai's burning eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

Finally, he nodded against his will: "Well, a little curious."

Ming Dai was full of interest: "Yes, Ling Ling said, little uncle, you like to taste food very much!"

As she spoke, Ming Dai decisively opened the outer packaging of the pastry box and opened it, and the light and sweet fragrance wafted lightly in the carriage.

Twilight leaned back in her chair and whispered inadvertently, "Does Ling Ling often mention me to you?"

Ming Dai was concentrating on the beautiful pastries in the bamboo box, and replied casually, "Occasionally."

The gift given by Xia Ling is really chic, the pastries wrapped in oiled paper, each with a different shape, some are made into lotus shapes, some are inextricably wrapped in rolls, and some are layers of soft crisps, each of which is so delicate that it is not real, and Ming Dai is dazzled, and I don't know where to start.

In the end, he simply held the box and handed it to Twilight, "Little uncle, you choose!"

Twilight lowers her gaze and picks out the most inconspicuous one in the corner of the box.

"I want this pear blossom cake."

Mingdai looked at her twice, wondering what the pastry that could be chosen by Twilight would look like.

Kazutwi caught a glimpse of her eyes and handed the pear blossom cake directly in front of her, "Do you want to eat it?"

Ming Dailian shook her head: "No, I didn't want to eat, I was just curious!"

Twilight knew that Mingdai didn't mean to, just teasing her.

Seeing Ming Dai in a hurry, she couldn't help but smile more and more in her eyes.

Ming Dai reacted slowly, wrinkled her nose, snorted softly, looked away, and picked out a beautiful pink lotus cake from the pastry box.

"Give."

And Twilight handed him a handkerchief.

Mingdai glanced at Twilight and did not refuse.

The soft handkerchief has a faint aroma of cedar and sandalwood, which is very close to the fragrance of Kazu's body, probably close, and naturally contaminated with his smell.

There is still a faint residual temperature on the handkerchief, because it is taken out of his coat bag, warm, not hot, a bit like the feeling of Twilight, it is out of reach from a distance, and he knows his warmth only when he is close.

Ming Dai whispered thank you, followed with a handkerchief, and took a small bite of the lotus cake.

Teeth bite open the layers of thin crispy puff pastry, immediately in the mouth slag, in the middle of the bean paste as the filling, there is a very light lotus aroma, with the mouth chewing, this aroma is getting thicker and thicker, even the breath seems to bring the fragrance of lotus, very special.

Eating this pastry into her mouth, Ming Dai finally knew why Xia Ling had traveled thousands of miles to ask Twilight to help and send this pastry to her.

Good stuff, really delicious good stuff!

"It tastes good." He Du also tasted the pear blossom cake and said in surprise, "This should be the craft of Ronghua Zhai."

Ming Dai hummed, "Ling Ling said that it was done by the retired master of Ronghua Zhai. Uncle, can you eat all this? That's amazing, isn't it?"

Mingdai was amazed by Twilight's ability to appreciate food.

After all, she always thought that the ability to judge the origin and origin of a bite was an exaggerated description of a work of art, but she didn't expect a living example to be in front of her!

Twilight was stared at by Ming Dai's autumn lake-like eyes, her fingertips tingled slightly, and she involuntarily twisted it.

Then he said, "I was influenced by my grandfather when I was a child, and I had a strong interest in food, and when I was an adult, I jokingly co-founded a small magazine with my friends.

Kazu's explanation is very casual.

But Ming Dai suspected that it was not that simple, so she asked, "Can you know the name of the magazine?"

And Twilight said.

Mingdai's eyes widened suddenly.

Joke? Small magazines?

Isn't this one of the most authoritative and critically acclaimed food magazines in the industry?

Even Ming Dai has heard that every issue will be set in her previous life, and visiting the store according to the magazine's recommendation is one of the few hobbies in her spare time.

Ming Dai shook her head and sighed, "Uncle Xiao is really too modest!"

Twilight said, "It's just a hobby."

His tone was calm and calm, but at the same time sincere and heartfelt.

Mingdai suddenly realized that Twilight might not be humble.

In his magnificent and vast wonderful life, the fact that the magazine he founded became an authority in the industry is like a small wave in the sea of all rivers, which is the least worthy achievement.

Through the approachable skin without too many shelves, Ming Dai seemed to get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg inside him, deep and unfathomable.

She seemed to understand a little bit why many people didn't even dare to think about comparison in front of Twilight.

Some people's excellence is the stars in the sky, not a field that mortals can set foot in.

Mingda's little finger shuddered, sensing for the first time the distance between her and Twilight.

This silenced her uncontrollably.

Twilight seemed to notice Mingdai's strangeness, and her eyes moved slightly.

In the silence of the carriage, he suddenly asked, "Is there a saying that the highest evaluation of desserts by Chinese people is "not very sweet"?"

Ming Dai raised her eyebrows in surprise: "This is an Internet meme, does my uncle know about it?"

Listening to Twilight talk about popular jokes, it feels like ...... Something fantastic.

Twilight was helpless: "Dai Dai, I'm a modern person."

Ming Dai was stunned: "Huh?"

"Not a caveman."

"Poof."

Ming Dai couldn't hold back, covering her mouth and laughing.

The previous silence was gone.

It's like seeing that the cloud immortals are not eating and drinking, sleepless, but also eating and sleeping, and the five grains are reincarnated, and the mist-like miasma spreads out, revealing the true nature.

As a result, the distance that was thought to be untouchable has become closer.

A smile rippled on Ming Dai's lips, and the starlight under her eyes jumped, reflecting the dim carriage with the light.

Kazutwi caught a glimpse of her expression and raised the corners of her mouth imperceptibly, her mood relieved.

Suddenly, the sweet smell of the pastry seemed to grow stronger in the air.

It's sweet, but it's not greasy.

Like a cloud, wisps of mist burrowed into his skin and flowed down his whole body with blood.

The apex of the heart flutters secretly.

No one knows.