"I'm not interested in finding people."
I rarely wipe down a row of glass cabinets with the help of delicate sweets and pastries in a lovely ose that tempts me to commit crimes.The woman behind her, about thirty years old, with a round face and round eyes, picturesque eyebrows, and a delicate body.She asked for a cup of green tea and a tiramisu, and had been sitting in a wicker chair for an hour, with the sole purpose of asking me to help her find someone, a man."
I'm a dessert shop, not a private detective agency."
I don't remember how many times I rejected her, and the newspaper hat was buckled on my head, which was funny."
I know you're not human."
The woman's dark brown eyes were filled with the desire to grasp a life-saving straw, "I also know your rules." ”She took out a pack of black cloth from her delicate handbag and laid it down on the table, the black cloth open and shining with golden light."
Ten times more."
I sat down across from her and shoved a bunch of shiny stunners back in front of her, "I've been busy lately.There's only time to listen to you finish a story.Nothing else, nothing can be done. ”The light in a woman's eyes is like a candle extinguished.In early summer in May, the sun is slightly scorching.A little-known side street, with a bluestone-paved road supporting gray walls, green creepers growing thriving, birds flying by, and pedestrians.The small courtyard at the end is said to be the building of the Ming and Qing dynasties, there is a weak ginkgo biloba in the backyard, and the gardenia under the tree is in the first bloom, and the fragrance is faintly floating.Half a year ago, I just took one look at the place, bought it, and opened this dessert shop.The woman's words are right.I'm not human.I am a dryad, born in the snowy December, thousands of years, wandering in all directions.There has never been a place where I can stop for long.I like gold, but I have no interest in desserts and am afraid of fat.Just because the two helpers I hired can only make desserts, they cheat on my feelings, and they will do everything they say when they apply.In short, my dream of opening a Sichuan restaurant finally came to an end in a dessert shop."
I'm only interested in listening to stories."
The fragrance of tea was wafering, I stretched, and the sunset outside the window was faint.The lazy expression is nothing more than a declaration to the woman: if you have something to say, please leave if you have nothing to say."
After listening to this story, I don't know if you will change your mind" The woman took a sip of turquoise tea and frowned slightly.I know that the water from the tea leaves is bitter, and I recommend this tea to every special guest who doesn't come for dessert.This tea is called "floating life".The woman put down the snow-white bone china teacup and took a soft breath t1706231537: