His Highness the Demon King's Dessert Chef

Shen Qingfeng, a 23-year-old top pastry chef, traveled through time wearing a jacket and carrying homemade cakes on his back, and landed in a ruined temple. After picking up a money bag, I also picked up a man - Xie Linfeng, the idle demon. He ate her strawberry cake, egg yolk cake, and sago, and his eyes lit up: "Make food for me from now on." She looked at his bulging money bag and her eyes lit up: "You invest, I open the store, and the profit is 50/50." As a result, there was a "Miyuan Pavilion" on Zhuque Street in the capital. She is the owner and he is the investor. She taught the cook how to make snacks, and he was responsible for tasting them. She designed a Mid-Autumn Festival gift box, and he said, "The lid of the box will be ironed with a fox mark." She was busy until late at night, and he quietly appeared at the door of the study, startling her. She thought it was a harmonious partnership. Until a young man invited her to dinner every now and then. That night, Xie Linfeng sat in the yard waiting for her to come back, and his tone was wrong: "Why don't you eat with me?" "You haven't called me before?" He was silent for a moment and said coldly: "Tomorrow night, I will take you to dinner." Later, she was set up by the young master's friend Xie Linfeng broke in and took her back to the house. A night of chaos. The next morning, he held her chin and spoke word by word: "You have to take responsibility for sleeping with me." Shen Qingfeng: "... I was drugged!" "I don't care." He lowered his head and bit her lip, "From now on, you can only be mine." ——She thought it was a partnership to start a business, but from the beginning, he had no intention of just being a "partner"