Lin Shuibi's face showed great love, and she was very touched by everything Zuo Shang had done for his wife. How can I say, what kind of person Zuo Shang would not meet? What kind of woman would not be able to meet him? But, he could treat her
If his wife does this, he must be in love with his wife, right?
"That's right!" Kitty smiled proudly: "So Shuibi, meeting me is a good thing. Take a look at the menu. If there is anything you want to eat, order it! There are not many opportunities like this."
"Uh-huh."
Lin Shuibi nodded quickly and began to look at the food on the menu seriously.
Lin Shuibi was dazzled by the names on the cakes, but in the end her eyes fell on the most inconspicuous cake.
"I want this, sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake."
Kitty glanced at Lin Shuibi and said, "Shui Bi, don't you want to eat something else? This is too ordinary."
Lin Shuibi shook her head with a smile: "No, I will just eat this. Steamed Chestnut Flour Cake with Osmanthus Sugar. I remember that my mother made this and it was delicious. She always made it for me when I was a child. I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I just want to eat Osmanthus.
Steamed chestnut flour cake with sugar.”
After saying that, Lin Shuibi gave Kitty a sweet smile. Kitty didn't want to say anything else, so she ordered an abalone cup for herself and handed it to the waiter.
Perhaps because there were few people in the restaurant, the pastries that were ordered were served almost immediately. Kitty's abalone cup was served very quickly, but Lin Shuibi's sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake was not served.
After Kitty's abalone cup was almost finished, Lin Shuibi's sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake was finally served, and the person holding the plate turned out to be a little girl who looked only four or five years old.
"Sister, my mother said that you came to the store and ordered the most ordinary pastry. It must be because this pastry contains my sister's longing. So my mother spent a long time making it for my sister, hoping that my sister can taste the taste of longing."
This sentence immediately spoke to Lin Shuibi's heart. Looking at the beautiful and cute little girl in front of her, Lin Shuibi couldn't help but say.
"Little sister, thank your mother for my sister. Your mother is right. This pastry was made for her by her mother. My sister and her mother have been separated for a long time, and I haven't eaten it for a long time. Thank you, mother, for making my sister happy.
thoughts."
The little girl tilted her head and blinked her beautiful big eyes. Then she smiled sweetly.
"Sister, I understand you. Mom couldn't take the girl with her when she went abroad to take exams. The girl also missed her mother so much that she went to the store to eat pastries made by her mother. Do sister and the girl have the same idea?"
Lin Shuibi smiled: "Yes, sister and girl have the same idea. We are both children who miss our relatives. Our relatives are no longer around, so we can only send gifts to express our feelings."
In fact, it really doesn't matter whether you eat the pastry or not. What's important is the longing in the pastry. Lin Shuibi held the little girl who called herself a girl and sat beside him.
He put a piece of his sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake into the girl's hand.
"Come, accompany your sister and try your mother's cooking."
The girl put the pastry into her mouth and took a bite. She blinked.
"Sister, the pastries made by my mother are the most delicious. Sister, you can't dislike them."
Lin Shuibi smiled, disgusted? How could she dislike it? When the girl expressed her longing in the cake, she would never say that the cake in front of her was not well made.