Baguettes and Macarons

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Louie was in a bad mood.

It's already May, and you still have to wear layers of shirts and suits, and you can't lift your arms even if you move. It's really not a human life.

He stood in front of the cashier without love, put on the suit with the shawl collar, and the tie was tied into a contrived bow. Once he hunched over, he would be baptized by Yu Chen's eyes.The latter sat on the small single sofa by the window and only ordered a cup of coffee - this cup was bought from IKEA yesterday, made of white porcelain, without any decoration, it looked very simple.But anyway, it looks much more advanced and expensive than the mug Louis used before.

He didn't drink the coffee, he didn't read the newspaper, the main reason he sat there was to spy on Louie.

A secondary purpose was to play on a masculinity he himself knew so well.The glass window was cleaned by Louis, the tape was torn off, and some potted roses were placed under the window, so that passers-by passing by the window saw a handsome gentleman sitting in the window reading a newspaper.

For this reason, all the dining tables are covered with deep red tablecloths, simple white porcelain vases are placed, and fresh red roses are inserted, which makes the cheap wooden tables and chairs bought from IKEA look extraordinarily elegant.

The aroma of wheat still lingers in the store, but now the golden yellow freshly baked bread is placed in bamboo baskets covered with napkins, and placed neatly on wooden shelves, instead of piled on the greasy iron shelves.

Yu Chen glanced at the decoration in the store, and said regretfully: "Time is limited, so I can only use these furniture temporarily. When your business improves, you must replace it with higher-grade ones."

"Forget it, I don't want to paint the walls anymore."

While they were talking, the painted pottery wind chime hanging on the door rang, and Yu Chen immediately buried his head in the newspaper.

Jean-Luc pushed open the door, and said with an uh, "Lu... Huh? Excuse me, I went in the wrong door."

He ran out and rushed back a few seconds later: "Excuse me, isn't this the Legrand Bakery?"

Louis sneered: "Are you stupid—"

Yu Chen hummed a nasal sound.

Louis straightened his tie, barely stretched the muscles in the corners of his mouth, and showed a ferocious smile: "Good morning, what would you like?"

"Damn it, Louis?!" Jean-Luc pressed the cash register, almost pressing his face to his face, "Are you possessed by a devil? Damn, you even changed your appearance? Have you had plastic surgery? "

"Did you just—" Louis received the cold gaze from the direction of the window, and changed his voice, "Didn't you also buy new clothes from Yu Chen? I just wanted to try image transformation on a whim."

Jean-Luc scratched his head and scratched his head: "Mr. Yu Chen is amazing, but will he become a living person again?"

Yu Chen couldn't help laughing, and laughed in the newspaper.Jean-Luc looked at the sound, and said with a sad face: "Mr. Yu Chen, is this treatment different?! He is a plastic surgery package, I only changed clothes?!"

Yu Chen smiled and said: "No, how should I put this...it's because..."

"It's because I'm naturally good-looking, but my hair was too long to cover my face." Louis stroked the braids on the back of his head, "And you are ugly."

Yu Chen pretended not to hear: "Because Mr. Legrand's previous attire was too surprising, so the contrast is particularly great after changing the style of clothing."

Jean-Luc said seriously: "I also want to be so handsome."

Louis sneered, "Thank you for your compliment."

Yu Chen put down the newspaper and said earnestly: "When you are waiting, you can ask me to order a suit. You are still growing now. If you make a suit, it will not fit you very soon. A suit that doesn't fit won't be handsome. "

Jean-Luc agreed half-understood, pouted and walked to the counter: "Then, give me three crepes to take away."

"Oh, sweet and salty?" Louis asked, "Wait a minute, let me adjust my mood. What kind of crepe do you want?"

Jean-Luc shuddered: "Sweet cream, huh?"

Louis said with a twisted smile: "Sweet cream is a classic of sweet crepes, your choice is very good."

"Monsieur Legrand, you don't have to force yourself to show your eight teeth, just smile naturally."

The corner of Louis' mouth retracted instantly, revealing a sneer.

"...You still try to show eight teeth?"

Louis practiced smiling as he fetched the cardboard box to wrap the crepes, like a facial twitch.Jean-Luc didn't care about this, he stared at the carton and asked, "Didn't you wrap your food in plastic bags?"

"I bought it at IKEA yesterday, so it looks cleaner." Yu Chen took out his notepad, "Speaking of which, we need to order a batch of packaging boxes with logo. Mr. Legrand, tonight we entrust a design company to design a Let’s use a logo, it doesn’t need to be too expensive, as long as it is unique.”

Jean-Luc murmured: "It does look a lot more expensive. Louis, I said, you won't increase the price, will you?"

Louis grinned: "No, the packaging fee is calculated separately. Okay, ten euros. Among them, fifty euros are the packaging fee. Would you like to pay by card or cash?"

"I don't have a card."

Louis breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, I just contacted them to repair the POS machine, and it still doesn't work."

Jean-Luc bought some snacks and was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at his suit reluctantly: "I used to know a fake Louis."

"Don't talk nonsense... ok, I'm sorry, I shouldn't scold you. Do you want anything else, sir?"

Jean-Luc looked at the vase on the table and rolled his eyes: "Let's have a cup of coffee, waiter."

Louie gritted his teeth and said, "This is a bakery, boy."

Yu Chen corrected it in a timely manner: "Please say 'OK, and I recommend you to try our special desserts, which are very suitable with coffee'."

Louis was downcast: "It's so long, I can't do it, please forgive me."

"You said you'd listen to me for two weeks."

Lu Yisheng said indifferently: "Okay, okay. Then, sir, if it goes with coffee, I recommend you to try this cranberry tile."

Jean-Luc said with a hippie smile: "It's great! It's the same as a high-end restaurant. Do I have to pay a tip in the end?"

"As long as you're happy." Louis answered boldly.

Jean-Luc had a hard time eating in high-end restaurants, so he stopped making things difficult for him, and sat back in his seat waiting for the tiles he ordered.Louis put the tiles on a clean white porcelain plate, picked up the plate arrangement technique that had been forgotten for many years, decorated the plate with syrup, and then sent it to Jean-Luc's table.

"It's terrible." Jean-Luc admired the syrup for a while, without forgetting to sigh.

Following Jean-Luc who delivered the newspaper in the early morning, other residents of Shepherds Street also went out one after another, and regular customers who used to come to Legrand Bakery for breakfast some time ago also came one after another.

When Dominique, who was the sixth to enter the door, also said "I'm sorry I went wrong", Louis finally couldn't help sighing.