A heavy rain in late summer made Gu Shiyan, a cold-blooded and taciturn businessman, break into Su Wanwan's "Wanfeng Dessert House" in embarrassment.
She was a pastry chef in the alley who held recipes and smelled of butter. With a cup of hot ginger tea and a piece of matcha mousse, he accidentally warmed his fingertips that had been slightly cold all year round. He was a technological upstart who was used to being alone, but his ears turned red when she handed him a towel, and his eyes softened when she talked about desserts.
From a quick glance on a rainy day, to the cautiousness of taking the initiative to attend an appointment; from the excitement of tentatively adding WeChat, to him becoming the "most special guest" of the dessert shop——
"Mr. Gu, we made new caramel pudding today."
"Well, pack it up." He paused and added, "Eat here."
When the cold iceberg hits the soft and waxy sweetness, when the restrained heartbeat meets the uncontrollable joy. It turns out that the most healing sweetness is never the cake in the window, but the tenderness that only belongs to her that happens to run into his eyes every time he looks up.
This is a sweet pet story about "him who was cured by dessert" and "she who was favored by him" slowly getting closer in the smoke of fireworks.
