In the next week, Shen Qingmiao and Lin Baisen got along as if nothing had happened and completed their respective tasks.
During this period of time, Lin Baisen would still wait downstairs for a while before leaving. Shen Qingmiao would occasionally dream of the fingers holding each other in the prop room and the sound of Lin Baisen's breathing.
At the end of the day, everyone chose to celebrate in the villa for the sake of confidentiality.
Lin Berson directly asked his assistant to arrange for Chinese and Western chefs to set up a buffet in the lobby on the first floor of the villa.
Shen Qingmiao walked around holding the plate, listening to the staff next to him talking about things.
"Employees A and B who were responsible for checking door locks were both fired."
"Why?"
"They didn't check carefully enough, so the boss and Ms. Shen were locked up in the prop room."
"Isn't that what you deserve? If you can't do such a simple job well, no wonder you're fired."
Shen Qingmiao clicked her tongue. After all, it was no secret that she and Lin Baisen were locked up, but this was the first time she knew about the employee being fired. She knew it was Lin Baisen who did it without even thinking about it.
She watched the two staff members walking further and further away, and reached out to pick up the small cake next to her, when she saw a slender white hand reaching out.
The fingertips touched each other, and the familiar temperature made Shen Qingmiao retract her fingers as if she was electrocuted.
She raised her eyes and looked at Lin Berson, who was standing next to him with a smile, and felt that he did it on purpose!
After all, this plate of cupcakes, she didn't believe that Lin Berson would be interested in this food.
"Do you like this too?" Lin Berson picked up the chocolate cake that Shen Qingmiao wanted to pick up, and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, his eyes showing satisfaction.
Shen Qingmiao's eyes changed from sadness about the cake to shock at Lin Berson's liking for sweets.
"You, you actually like sweets?" Shen Qingmiao asked.
"No, it's just that I like this cake better. The flavors of each ingredient go together very well," Lin Berson said.
Only then did Shen Qingmiao notice a trademark placed next to the plate. It was in cursive English and translated as "Angel's Gift." She thought these things were made by chefs. It turned out that Western pastries were made from other places.
Purchased at one point!
Shen Qingmiao curled her lips: "But I also want to eat chocolate."
Lin Baisen laughed softly and waved to her, "Follow me."
The two cleverly avoided all the staff and reached the kitchen. When all the chefs saw Lin Berson, they took off their chef hats and said hello.
Lin Baisen took Shen Qingmiao to open the refrigerator, took out the ingredients he needed, and curled his lips at her.
Shen Qingmiao: "You want to cook?!"
Lin Baisen raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it possible?"
"Don't you know, all the desserts in Angel's Gift were developed by Mr. Lin when he was studying abroad. They are very popular abroad and now have more than a dozen branches in China." said the chef who was beating the egg yolks next to him.
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Shen Qingmiao: "...Huh???"
She turned her head and looked at Lin Berson. This man had too many hidden settings!
008 said quietly: "Actually, the original text states that one of the gifts the heroine received on her birthday was a cake made by the villain himself."
Shen Qingmiao, who has an eye for ten lines, has suffered countless losses.
Lin Berson's expression was gentle, "I'm just bored abroad, and I happen to be interested in cooking."
Master of Versailles!
Shen Qingmiao narrowed her eyes. If you just do something casually and become popular abroad, you can still open more than a dozen branches in China?
Lin Berson put on his apron and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the beautiful muscle lines of his forearms. He began to operate with extremely skillful movements, which made Shen Qingmiao dazzled.
But Lin Baisen still has time to explain to Shen Qingmiao what he is doing now.
Thirty minutes later, several pieces of chocolate cake were placed in front of Shen Qingmiao. The heat carried the aroma of chocolate and nuts, and Shen Qingmiao swallowed her saliva.
She couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and put a spoonful into her mouth. The aroma of nuts and the bitterness and sweetness of chocolate were perfectly balanced, and the cake base was also fluffy and soft.
Soon, Shen Qingmiao had finished a piece of cake.
The satisfied Shen Qingmiao suddenly realized something. Just now Lin Berson said: "...the taste of each ingredient matches very well."
But this store was opened by Lin Berson himself, so it’s not like Lao Wang is selling his own melons and boasting about himself.
Shen Qingmiao looked at Lin Berson with a smile. It seemed that he was really confident in his cooking skills.
Lin Berson took off his gloves and apron, looked at her smile, and whispered: "Do you like it?"
Shen Qingmiao nodded. She would never be stingy in praising others, "If I could, I would really like to go to this dessert shop for afternoon tea once a week."
"You can also enjoy the cake baked by the head manager." Lin Berson said.
Shen Qingmiao didn't react for a moment. When he came to his senses, he met Lin Baisen's ambiguous eyes, and his face gradually became warm.
"Okay, okay, then let's trouble the head store manager." Shen Qingmiao forced herself to calm down. After all, this was the kitchen, and it wasn't just her and Lin Berson. She didn't want to be looked down upon, so she kept her mouth strong.
Little did he know that in Lin Baisen's eyes, she had already been seen clearly.
Shy, pushy, and arrogant at a loss.
Lin Baisen lowered his eyes to cover the emotions in his eyes. It was exactly as he imagined.
"Then you can send me a message if necessary." Lin Baisen said while suppressing a smile.
Shen Qingmiao angrily dug into the second piece of cake, but the filling inside made him hiss.
Lin Baisen's eyebrows changed slightly, and he immediately took out a bottle of iced mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it over.
"Thank you." Shen Qingmiao's brows relaxed as the ice water relieved the pain.
"Don't worry, I can bake it for you as long as you want to eat it." Lin Berson glanced at the small cake in the baking pan, and then at Shen Qingmiao. After all, his smile couldn't be hidden, and it became even more obvious.
Shen Qingmiao felt that his smile seemed to say: Greedy.
Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she choked on her saliva. She wanted to explain, but it was stuck in her throat.
How to explain this? Could it be that because you said you could enjoy exclusive services, you were a little embarrassed and took the cake as your face, dug it in and ate it?
Shen Qingmiao couldn't speak out at all. She was considered a glutton and a common woman. She decisively chose the former.
After enjoying the cake, Shen Qingmiao and Lin Baisen left the kitchen and returned to the hall.
Everyone in the hall showed satisfied expressions, a small group of people sat in the corner, and there were playing cards on the table.
Shen Qingmiao walked over curiously: "What are you playing at?"
When the staff saw that it was Shen Qingmiao, they relaxed. After all, during this period of time together, she had no airs at all. Everyone regarded her as a friend.
One of them said: "Playing blackjack."
Shen Qingmiao, who had never played poker before, showed a rare interest and curiosity: "How to play this thing?"
"After removing the trump card, everyone starts to draw a card. The sum of the numbers on the cards must be close to twenty-one, but not greater than twenty-one, otherwise it will explode, and the loser will have to put a white stripe on his face. After all, gambling is money.
It's a violation of the law, so a milder punishment is used."
Shen Qingmiao's eyes lit up: "I want to play!"
Ten minutes later, Shen Qingmiao's face was already covered with a lot of white stripes.
She threw the cards back into the pile without giving up: "Again, again."
Two minutes later, Shen Qingmiao said: “It’s time to quit gambling now.”
Lin Baisen walked up behind Shen Qingmiao at some point and gently put his hand on her shoulder: "At least win once."
When the others saw the boss coming, they were so frightened that they became silent.
Shen Qingmiao was like a frustrated ball: "How to win?"
Lin Baisen leaned down and drew a card for Shen Qingmiao: "I will help you win."
Good night)
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