"I eat sweets."
This was the first thing Shen Yanzhi said to me. As a result, the next day, he silently placed a handwritten note at the door of my store. It was full of "Dessert × Fruit Wine Pairing Guide", and on the last page he drew a cream flower.
I am Ruan Ruan, 23 years old, and I opened a "Ruan Huhu" dessert shop in the old street. Next door is him, a cold-faced winemaker who speaks little and has a steady hand. When cleaning the glass, it must be bright enough to reflect the light. At first, neither of us liked the other - he thought that my beating of gongs and drums to open the business made him spill three drops of plum wine, and I thought that his face was as paralyzed as a big ice cube that had been frozen in the refrigerator for three years.
What happened next?
Later, my biscuits were burnt, so he brought me the wildflower honey he brewed himself: "The burnt coating honey has a different flavor."
Later, I was stuck halfway on a rainy day. His car stopped in front of me and handed me a clean towel: "Next time, check the weather forecast in advance."
Later, I was afraid of the dark, so he kept the lights on in his tavern every night until I called it a day: "This way you won't feel the darkness is scary when you come out."
He made me a ring from a fragment of an oak barrel, with a cream flower engraved on the inside.
He said: "Ruan Ruan, from the first brewing of green plums to the hot tea of winter snow, we brew slowly throughout our lives."
I tore down the wall between the two stores.
Half creamy, half winey.
He said it was called "soft inkstone wine".
I said this is called "I abducted him home."
Vitality Dessert Chef × Introverted Winemaker | Two-way Healing | Four Seasons Sweet Pet
"You are my muse and the only recipe for my life."
