[Net King] Marui, have you eaten?

As the sun sets, the sun shines through the glass windows into a dim sum house filled with the sweet taste of pastries.The lights in the room have not been turned on, and it is sprinkled with a layer of golden natural light. With the warm decoration and exquisite snacks in the room, it looks unique.

A young girl walked out of the backstage production room facing the light. She had a sweet face and combed her hair up into a cute bun. There were two slightly curly hair on the temples, which looked playful and energetic.Carefully holding a freshly baked six-inch matcha cake in his hand, decorated with fruits and a small amount of chocolate, it looks very good, and it looks like it makes people want to move their index fingers.

She carefully placed the cake on the cash register, and sat down with a very serious expression, looking at the cake in front of her.After staring at it for nearly a minute, she sighed, took a small spoon from the box on the table, sighed again, and stretched the spoon towards the cake in front of her somewhat stiffly.

"Hey grilled calls and baked -Ding Ding Ding is out -hey grilled calls and baked-" The voice of the call of the phone call is a somewhat off -line female voice.Although she has long been used to this kind of ringtone... But the girl still felt a slight throbbing pain in her forehead. She breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the spoon, took out her phone and pressed the answer button.

"Taozi, you can come back for dinner. Are you busy today? Why haven't you come back yet?" The gentle female voice from the phone was exactly the same as the ringtone, and her eyes became gentle all of a sudden.

"Well, I'll go back soon, I see, I will buy it back, um... um, bye."

Busy, but not busy, the girl cut off the phone, looked back at the cake in front of her, and sighed again.

Mizushima Momo—female, high school student, who hates sweets the most in her life.If you want to say how much you hate it...you can say that you hate it to the point where you want to vomit when you see your own name.However, it may be inherited from her mother's genes, but her hobby is making snacks, including desserts.

Her father is the manager of a company, and her mother is an amazing person who runs a dessert shop. However, due to her poor health recently, Mizushima Momo will help her mother look after the shop after school, and let her go back to rest first.The curriculum in the first year of high school is not heavy, but this kind of life makes Mizushima Momo very happy.Probably more talented in cooking, she learned [-]% of her mother's cooking skills in middle school, and now she has faintly surpassed her mother's posture, and can already try to make some new products by herself.

So - here comes the problem, she really, really hates sweets...

Just when Mizushima Tao was at a loss, the wind chime hanging at the door suddenly made a crisp sound.

"Welcome to visit~ Today's snacks are all sold out, I'm very sorry." There is a closed sign on the door, so why would someone come in.Although he thought so in his heart, Mizushima Momo immediately put on a professional smile and looked kindly at the guests at the door.

"Ah—" The person who came made a long, frustrated voice, and his shoulders collapsed all of a sudden.

Hey, it's this guy again.

The person who came was a handsome young man with red hair who seemed to be full of life.It looked like he had just finished his work again, and he still had a tennis racket bag on his back.

Since about last month, Mizushima Momo has often seen him come to buy dim sum, and occasionally he would go back after eating dim sum in the store. Every time he came to buy things, he bought a bunch of them at once, um, it was a good one The little lamb waiting to be slaughtered... No, no, it's a nice guest.

"Why it's sold out again...you also have to think about the feelings of hungry customers like us who came all the way here but couldn't buy anything! Besides, it's a limited amount of special snacks, and I've never bought them before. !" Perhaps because of excessive hunger, the boy slapped the counter anxiously.

"Sorry, in order to ensure freshness, we only sell dim sum baked on the same day. Basically, we will not make new ones at this point." Mizushima Momo smiled apologetically and bowed apologetically .

As for the limited dim sum... What limited special dim sum!It must be her mother talking nonsense again, it is the dim sum that she occasionally made on a whim in her spare time... because she agreed with her mother that the money sold for the dim sum she made would be counted as her pocket money.

"Forget it..." Seemingly realizing that his attitude was not good, the boy muttered softly.

"Besides, I also put up a closed sign at the door, you may not have seen it. How about this? I still have a limited dessert for today. I originally planned to keep it for myself. If you don't mind it I'll leave it to you." Momo Mizushima still wore the same professional smile, pushing the matcha cake in front of him towards the boy.

"Alas! Alas?" The boy looked at Mizushima Momo's smiling face, and lowered his long eyelashes in embarrassment. "No... no need! It's because I didn't see the sign hanging at the door, because today I'm really hungry, I've eaten all the snacks, and the chewing gum is gone..." The young man murmured, not knowing what he was muttering, "Mr. , Anyway, just like that, I'm sorry."

The boy smiled awkwardly, turned around, clutched his stomach and left.But he didn't get what he wanted, Momo Mizushima grabbed the tennis racket behind him and stopped him.

"You're welcome, I just don't know if you like the taste of matcha." Momo Mizushima smiled sincerely, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, which relieved the embarrassment of the young man a lot.

He knows the craftsmanship of this shop. Although he can make cakes himself, there is nothing to say about the dim sum here, and he has never grabbed the limited dim sum here. Marui secretly swallowed while looking at the cake. Drooling, he is really super hungry!

"...How much is it?" The boy took out his pocket.

"It's free." Momo Mizushima smiled.

"Huh?" The boy suspected that he had heard wrong.

"Take this as my treat for you to eat. I can't let you come all the way and go back empty-handed. Don't mind, I invite you to patronize me next time. And to be honest, this is a new work, if it doesn't suit your taste Please forgive me." Mizushima Momo said while swiftly putting the cake into the box and handing it to the boy.

Mizushima Momo had a faint smile on her mouth, her eyebrows were crooked, and her eyes looked so clear and beautiful under the sun, it made the boy a little dazed.

"Then I won't be polite." Having said that, the young man also felt that it would be a bit hypocritical to evade any more. He took the cake from Mizushima Momo, hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "My name is Marui Bunta , next time you don’t use honorifics, it feels really weird.” He pulled the tennis racket on his back, “Remember to leave the last one for me next time, thank you.”

After the boy finished speaking, he strode away without looking back. Momo Mizushima kept smiling and watched him go out before closing the smile.

Bunta Marui?Do you want to leave the last copy for you next time?Who knows when you will come.

She yawned casually, packed up and prepared to close the store, carried her schoolbag and walked out of the store, and took a special look at the door before locking it.

"Eh, I just forgot to put up the closed sign?" Momo Mizushima looked at the doorknob in surprise, and shrugged after a while, "Forget it."