The Love of Passerby A

After the two of them placed their orders, the first thing that came out was a strawberry cake.

"It looks delicious!" Su Xiangran looked at the cake in front of her and said, "By the way, you don't like sweets, right!"

Zhao Wenyu coughed lightly, a little overwhelmed by her sparkling eyes, but he couldn't lose his image as a president.

Of course, the president shouldn’t like sweets, and he definitely didn’t say that just to please her.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenyu nodded, agreeing with Su Xiangran's statement.

But Su Xiangran immediately overturned her own words: "That's not right! Don't you often go to my shop to buy tea and desserts? You must like sweets!"

Zhao Wenyu: Isn't this really putting him on the spot? How should he answer to satisfy her?

"What do you think?" Zhao Wenyu blurted out, "If you say I like it, I like it. If you say I don't like it, I don't like it."

Su Xiangran swallowed the cake in her mouth and showed an incredible expression. Why is she not firm?

When did the position of president become a flexible job? Shouldn't he be domineering to the end?

However, Su Xiangran was more focused on the cake at the moment, so she was unwilling to explore the reason why Zhao Wenyu said that.

The cake in front of her was mainly a layer of soft sponge cake, with a strong egg aroma and a light taste.

The surface of the cake is evenly covered with a layer of bright red strawberry jam, like a strawberry lake, shining with an attractive luster.

The fresh cream in your mouth has just the right sweetness.

"This shop is so special! It's called a strawberry cake, but it's deliberately made to look like a strawberry." Su Xiangran said after taking a few bites.

Zhao Wenyu pushed his copy towards her and echoed her words: "Yes! Very special and cute."

When he said the word "cute", his voice was very low, and it didn't sound like he was praising the cake, but rather like he was praising someone.

The cake is paired with a fruit tea.

Zhao Wenyu took a sip and put down the teacup. He thought that he still liked the tea from Su Xiangran's shop better.

"Why don't you drink it? It looks good to me!" Su Xiangran smelled it first, then took a sip, "Oh! I know, it probably tastes a bit sweet, and you don't like it."

No, it has nothing to do with taste, it’s just because the people who make tea are different.

Zhao Wenyu didn't say what he was thinking. He gently shook the glass tea set in his hand.

Through the transparent teacup, you can see various fruits floating in the water, like a beautiful painting.

The fruit slices have different shapes, some look like flowers, some look like butterflies, which brings visual enjoyment to people.

But no matter how beautiful she was, she was not half as beautiful as the one he loved. It was just that it was not the right time to say some things, as he was afraid of scaring her away.

Su Xiangran discovered that Zhao Wenyu basically only tasted a little of the cake or fruit tea.

The fruit tea was fine, he even took a sip, but he didn't even touch the cake.

The food was actually quite good, but Zhao Wenyu enjoyed dining with Su Xiangran more, so he didn’t really care what they were eating.

"Your appetite seems to be really poor." Su Xiangran suddenly said, "I always saw you coming to my store to buy things before, and I thought you were also a person who loved food!"

Su Xiangran thought she already knew Zhao Wenyu a little, but his performance today overturned her previous speculation.

"No." Zhao Wenyu became a little anxious when he heard Su Xiangran say that. He hoped she wouldn't misunderstand that there was something wrong with his body!

I always heard Su Xiangran talking about being crispy before, but this can't be confirmed! There's nothing wrong with him, especially when he's with her.

The last dish served at this time was a set of coconut-flavored ice cream.

The waiter told them that this was real molecular cuisine and that there was no cream in the ice cream, so the key was that it would not melt.

It’s just that during the production process, the chef simulates the taste of ice cream by processing the ingredients.

When Su Xiangran heard what the waiter said, she instantly became interested and asked a few questions about molecular cuisine with great interest. Her expression showed that she was eager to try it.

After talking with the waiter, I couldn't help but admire the chef of Su Xiangran's restaurant for being very creative.

However, she had heard before that this restaurant only accepts members, and she had a membership card.

It doesn't matter, she has money! It shouldn't be difficult to get a membership card!

"It's really great!" Su Xiangran praised and asked, "How do I apply for a membership card here?"

The waiter said with some embarrassment: "Ma'am, I'm sorry, the membership card was only issued when the store opened, and it is no longer available now. Because the materials and quantities are limited every day.

Our chefs are unwilling to lower the quality of their dishes in order to attract more customers, so they have not increased the number of membership cards. "

"Is that so? Forget it then." Su Xiangran was a little frustrated. "Actually, your chef's idea is right. After all, it's better to have nothing than to have something less than perfect!"

Zhao Wenyu took out his card and said to the waiter, "Add her name to my card and write the relationship as couple."

Just as Su Xiangran was about to retort, he held her hand, and the waiter quickly took the card and walked out.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to share this card with you, and it's just an ordinary membership card registration, no big deal." Zhao Wenyu comforted.