Chapter 823

Also after a while, Tang Si found Lu Yilan staring at him.

After a moment's silence, he found that her eyes had not moved.

……

"What are you looking at?"

"Ah." Lu Yilan instantly recalled, "that, my brother, you say I have the talent to make desserts, right?"

"What's the matter?" She's really talented.

Lu Yilan tangled for a while, and then slowly said, "can you teach me how to make dessert?"

"What? Why do you want to learn this all of a sudden? " Don't think it's strange.

Lu Yilan was silent for a while, and then said, "I've learned it. After graduation, I can choose to open a small shop."

"Open a shop?" No, Tang Si asked, "speaking of it, aren't you from the Department of Business Administration of Leshan university? Don't you want to go to a family business after graduation?" What do you think of baking? "

"No Lu Yilan shook his head. "I like Chinese, but I don't like business administration. I won't go to the company after graduation."

"If you used to like Chinese, why didn't you report it..." Wait a minute, Tang Si suddenly remembered that Mrs. Tang forced her to get engaged.

At this moment, Lu Yilan pressed his voice and said softly, "sometimes, fate is not in his own hands."

"It's not like you can take whatever you like."

Silence.

Tang Si suddenly felt a little distressed.

He stretched out his hand and slowly put it on Lu Yilan's shoulder. His hand was boiling hot, and the hot temperature slowly spread to Lu's heart along his hand.

"If you apply for Industry and commerce, you can read it like Chinese. If you like baking, I'll teach you."

Four eyes opposite, Lu Yilan felt himself in a gentle spring.

At 10:30 in the morning, they continued to make cakes, but this time, they didn't do it separately. Tang Si instructed Lu Yilan to do it.

Standing behind the woman, the tall man pointed to the various bags in front of him from time to time, "this, this, just add some by feeling."

"Juice, too. Add whatever you like."

"Don't use the juicer."

The man suddenly took a step forward, his chest stuck to Lu Yilan's back, "cut the lemon, squeeze the juice out by hand."

"Well, what else do you want to add?"

Lu Yilan hesitated in front of a lot of materials, and then added some flour and chocolate powder to his thin flour.

"Choose a mold you like. It's almost ready for packing."

No matter what Lu Yilan does or adds, he doesn't stop him. According to Tang Si, the meeting of taste is a kind of fate.

The taste of fate is the best taste.

However -

maybe it's because of too much flour or too much chocolate powder. What Lu Yilan baked was not small cakes, but rows of small biscuits.

Well, heart biscuits.

Tang Si took a bite, crisp, although the taste is a little single, but Novice? It's a success.

"Very good."

"Great progress."

"Is it?" This is Lu Yilan's first time baking biscuits, so for the finished product, she is also a little eager to try, pinch a biscuit, taste it, Lu Yilan eyes slightly bright, "really delicious!"

She's such a fool in Tang Si's eyes

No sense of joy.

"You can practice making biscuits. In the future, you can open a small window to sell biscuits in Tang poetry."

“！”

"In your shop, who buys my biscuits?"