Fu Hanzhou, the prince of the Fu family in the capital, is a business emperor. He is cold and ascetic. He does not approach women or eat sweets.
On the day of the marriage, he pushed the agreement in front of Lin Yi: "Miss Lu, everyone gets what they need. Don't step into my territory."
Lin Yi, the daughter of the Lu family and a Cordon Bleu pastry chef, nodded in agreement.
The next day, she occupied his western kitchen.
When the chiffon cake was coming out of the oven, Fu Hanzhou happened to "pass by" the door of the kitchen. He paused for a moment and walked away expressionlessly.
On the third day, she made Basque cheese. He stood at the door for three seconds.
On the fourth day, the aroma of tiramisu filled the entire villa. He finally couldn't help but ask: "... What is this?"
"Tiramisu." She didn't even raise her head, "Don't Mr. Fu avoid sweets?"
He didn't answer and turned to leave. But ten minutes later, his special assistant opened the door: "Ms. Lin, Mr. Fu asked... Is there any cake left?"
Later, the whole company discovered that Mr. Fu had changed.
He started leaving get off work on time. Start showing up across the table. Start memorizing every ingredient she casually mentions.
At the annual meeting, someone asked him why he didn't work overtime. He picked up the cake in front of him and said without changing his expression: "The cat at home is making a fuss, so I have to go back and feed it."
There was silence.
Only Lu Manman knew that the "cat" he was talking about was her. And that "cat" just kicked him out of the kitchen because he ate the experiment she was going to use tomorrow.
Did you agree not to eat sweets?
What about the agreement not to enter each other's territory?
As promised... Everyone gets what they want and don't be tempted?
Later, Fu Hanzhou sent her a screenshot of the man who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and repeatedly clicked on her WeChat Moments. His voice was hoarse:
"Lu Manman, what kind of poison did you cast on me?"
She raised the eggbeater in her hand: "Mr. Fu, I'm just baking a cake."
He stared at her, his eyes slightly red: "Then do you know that I haven't had dessert out for three months?"
"Why?"
"Because," his Adam's apple rolled, "I can't eat anything made by anyone but you."
In the past, he said not to try to enter his territory.
Now he asked if he could move into the master bedroom.
Concept: True love is not love at first sight, but being melted by the other person bit by bit, from stomach to heart, from habit to inseparability