Love is sweet and never gets greasy, but when it is bitter, it is even more bitter than pure dark chocolate.
When Bo Jinghan tasted this cake for the first time when he was a child, he didn't like it very much.
She likes sweet mousse, cheese, or cherry pie.
But since when did she start to understand the meaning behind the black forest, and gradually fell in love with the taste.
For her, this is the taste of her mother, her love and life...
"Jinghan!"
Lu Yan grabbed the silver fork in her hand, leaned closer, and bit off the cake on the tip of the fork.
After tasting it, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked away the dark chocolate sauce on the corner of his mouth seductively. He narrowed his domineering phoenix eyes with a hint of evil and said, "It's very sweet."
sweet?
Bo Jinghan opened his eyes wide, looked at him, and then at the silver fork in his hand.
He smiled absentmindedly.
In my mind, I connected his words with what I just said.
——The taste of love is very sweet!
"I tasted it too, it's so sweet."
In response to his calmness and consideration, Bo Jinghan did not show any pretense and directly expressed his inner feelings.
Then he added: "By the way, grandpa made an appointment with Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu to pick up Tangtang and Jingjing from Lu's house tomorrow. I... will also go together. It can be regarded as a formal visit to the parents! Grandpa wants to come early.
, settle our matters, and he can return to France with peace of mind."
"Well, I know about this. I'll go with you tomorrow if I have nothing to do."
He had known about this news a few days ago, so he deliberately finished all his work and freed up time on Sunday, in order to allow the parents of the two families to have a smooth meeting and finalize the marriage as soon as possible.
This man is sitting next to me, how can I feel at ease without marrying him back home?
The two followed this topic and chatted for a while.
Seeing that Bo Jinghan was almost finished eating, Lu Yan took a tissue and gently dipped a small piece of chocolate sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth, his eyes filled with unknowing fondness.
Seeing the rare childishness she showed inadvertently, Lu Yan felt a little distressed. Instead of continuing the topic, he directly changed the topic and raised his eyebrows to ask: "You said that flowers have their own language, and so do cakes. The black forest is the smell of love.
, then what does the one you picked for me mean?"
"yes……"
Bo Jinghan pursed his lips, looked at the piece of tiramisu in front of him, which was only slightly moved, and swallowed the answer he was about to speak in time, almost biting his tongue.
But at this moment, a Phalaenopsis with a red heart fell into the sight of the two of them, and was placed on the table close to Lu Yan by an old man's hand with distinct joints but obvious wrinkles.
At the same time, the voice that was slightly sarcastic answered Lu Yan's question in a timely manner.
"Tiramisu is a love poem in desserts. What he means is - take me away! Young man, Jing Nannan is asking you to take her away. She is willing to follow you and stay sweet and beautiful forever.
!”
Bo Jinghan's face turned a little red again.
She looked at the Phalaenopsis, blinked, and raised her head to look at the old man when she heard the old man's voice again: "Hey, young man, Grandpa gave this flower to you. You can borrow the flower to offer to Buddha and give it to Nanny Jing!"
After he finished speaking, the old man looked at Bo Jinghan with sincere but meaningful eyes.
After a short pause, he lowered his gaze and returned to the counter with a smile...
