Su Xiaotang felt that her life was like a freshly baked soufflé. It looked fluffy and soft, but she always almost collapsed the house inadvertently. For example, today, she almost burned the custom-made cake for an important guest. Fortunately, a hand with clear bones turned off the oven in time.
Raising his eyes, he met a pair of eyes that were calm but seemed to be hiding stars. The man was wearing a simple white shirt, and his temperament was as cool as freshly ground coffee beans. However, there was still a little cream on her fingertips that she accidentally rubbed on, making him look a little... Cute?
Later, Su Xiaotang learned that the man who always appeared when she was "in a hurry" was the owner of the newly opened design studio next door and the super VIP of her bakery "Tangtang House" - Ling Chen. When she sighs at the failed cake, he will silently hand over a cup of hot cocoa with just the right temperature; when she is scratching her head for new product inspiration, he will seemingly inadvertently mention the color matching in an art exhibition; when she is clumsy to move flour, he will calmly take the heavy bag.
"Mr. Ling, are you... Being a little too good to me?" Su Xiaotang summoned up the courage and asked with red cheeks.
Ling Chen was tasting her new caramel pudding. When he heard this, he raised his eyes. The frost in his eyes seemed to have melted a little. His voice was low and sweet: "Well," he paused, looking at her nervous hands that clenched her apron, and added, "Your dessert can heal my 'stomach'. In return, I will be responsible for curing your 'little confusion'. Fair trade."
But what Su Xiaotang didn't know was that this "fair trade" started when Ling Chen smiled crookedly at a macaron that was successfully baked through the window a long time ago, which was so sweet to the bottom of her heart.
In the milk-scented corner of "Tangtang Cottage", in the sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lingchen's studio, a story about an "idiot pastry chef" and a "gentle guardian" is just like fermented dough, swelling and warming little by little, full of unexpected surprises and just the right amount of pampering. There are no earth-shattering vows here, only the smell of freshly baked bread every morning, the crisp sound of coffee cups clinking in the afternoon, and the gentle smile in his eyes when he looks at her - you are the sweetest candy in my life, and also my exclusive custom-made formula to cure everything.
Purpose: Use dessert as a matchmaker to write about a tender love that heals in both directions.