After dinner, Lin Miaomiao began to clean up the restaurant and kitchen.
Song Yan and Lu Xiao both came to help, while Qin Moshen washed his bowl, put it in the dishwasher and went upstairs.
Lu Xiao looked at his back and asked: Why does Brother Shen still have to wear a suit at home?
Song Yan sorted out and said: He had a video conference for one day today and would continue later.
Lu Xiao is timid and can’t live without work even if he is isolated.
Song Yan pushed his glasses and said to Lin Miaomiao: Miaomiao, go and rest. I am tired after cooking so many dishes.
No, I'm not tired.Lin Miaomiao bit her lip and looked at the two big men in the kitchen, feeling a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the storage room to take a look.
She took the elevator to the underground storage room. There was a patio next to the storage room, with half a glass ceiling on the top, and several thin bamboos planted inside, full of greenness.
There was a long grid of baking materials in the storage room. She glanced at it and saw a small notepad in the corner.
The moment I opened it, a piece of paper fell down, and the dessert list was listed with a black fountain pen. The handwriting was elegant and elegant, and it looked a little familiar.
She thought about it intently, but she didn't figure out why she felt that the handwriting was familiar, so she turned her eyes back to the paper, with the top of it being the vanilla pudding.
Lin Miaomiao glanced over and saw several dried vanilla spices in a glass bottle. This was treated with fermentation and fragrance, but it was still the most natural vanilla spice.
She had taught herself baking before and knew that vanilla was not cheap. She was careful when using it. When she saw so many, she felt like she had a treasure.
Lin Miaomiao opened the wooden cover of the bottle, took out a brown vanilla, and gently peeled it.
The slender peel was cracked, and the soft white fingertips were stained with black vanilla seeds. She put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently, and the fragrant fragrance lingered.
She couldn't help but raise her lips gently. Maybe she could make herbal pudding again tomorrow morning, otherwise it would be not enough for only one salad for brunch.
She opened the refrigerator in the pantry, and there were all kinds of cheese butter, and it was indeed a complete set of baking ingredients.
She pinched the paper with her hands, thought about it, and took it back upstairs with Vanilla.
There is nothing special about notepad, it is just a count of baking materials, which is completely different from the handwriting on paper.
She lay on the bed, lifting the paper up toward the lamp on the top.
The handwriting is beautiful and familiar, but she still didn't think of it.
She reached out and counted, and there were fifty desserts listed on it, which looked more like a menu. Is there anyone who loves desserts in this villa?
There is a person who loves Western food, so the balcony of the restaurant is full of various herbs.
There is a dessert lover, so the pantry is very complete.
She suddenly felt that her next job was not very simple, but thinking about the salary she offered was three times that of her deliveryman.
Thinking of this, she became motivated again.
There was a gap in the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, and she heard the familiar piano music again.
Lin Miaomiao listened quietly for a while and couldn't help but get up.
She walked to the living room, and the sound of the piano was almost inaudible, and she slowly walked up the stairs.
The second floor has a spacious living room, long bookshelves walls, and a soft high-back single sofa.
She walked along the piano sound that appeared occasionally, and there was a round glass room at the end of the corridor.
The night was dark outside the balcony, and the glass house was bathing in the silver moonlight.
She walked slowly closer, the curtains were not completely pulled up, she stood behind the glass, and saw a person facing her side, playing the piano from the gap.
The white grand piano, he was looking at the piano score intently, his fingers jumping rapidly on the black and white keys.
His side face is elegant and elegant, and he has a kind of cleanliness that is beyond the world.
The bright black hair seemed to be blown by the wind, and it was a little more softer than before.
His eyelashes were long and dense, and his dark shadow fell on his white porcelain skin. His eyes were flowing in a slight trembling, cold and indifferent.
Lin Miaomiao's heart seemed to be caught, and it was a pain that made the whole body numb.
Xu Zeyan.
It turns out that he lives here.
The fourth person in the villa was Xu Zeyan, whom she had always been in secret.
Song Yan and Lu Xiao both came to help, while Qin Moshen washed his bowl, put it in the dishwasher and went upstairs.
Lu Xiao looked at his back and asked: Why does Brother Shen still have to wear a suit at home?
Song Yan sorted out and said: He had a video conference for one day today and would continue later.
Lu Xiao is timid and can’t live without work even if he is isolated.
Song Yan pushed his glasses and said to Lin Miaomiao: Miaomiao, go and rest. I am tired after cooking so many dishes.
No, I'm not tired.Lin Miaomiao bit her lip and looked at the two big men in the kitchen, feeling a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the storage room to take a look.
She took the elevator to the underground storage room. There was a patio next to the storage room, with half a glass ceiling on the top, and several thin bamboos planted inside, full of greenness.
There was a long grid of baking materials in the storage room. She glanced at it and saw a small notepad in the corner.
The moment I opened it, a piece of paper fell down, and the dessert list was listed with a black fountain pen. The handwriting was elegant and elegant, and it looked a little familiar.
She thought about it intently, but she didn't figure out why she felt that the handwriting was familiar, so she turned her eyes back to the paper, with the top of it being the vanilla pudding.
Lin Miaomiao glanced over and saw several dried vanilla spices in a glass bottle. This was treated with fermentation and fragrance, but it was still the most natural vanilla spice.
She had taught herself baking before and knew that vanilla was not cheap. She was careful when using it. When she saw so many, she felt like she had a treasure.
Lin Miaomiao opened the wooden cover of the bottle, took out a brown vanilla, and gently peeled it.
The slender peel was cracked, and the soft white fingertips were stained with black vanilla seeds. She put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently, and the fragrant fragrance lingered.
She couldn't help but raise her lips gently. Maybe she could make herbal pudding again tomorrow morning, otherwise it would be not enough for only one salad for brunch.
She opened the refrigerator in the pantry, and there were all kinds of cheese butter, and it was indeed a complete set of baking ingredients.
She pinched the paper with her hands, thought about it, and took it back upstairs with Vanilla.
There is nothing special about notepad, it is just a count of baking materials, which is completely different from the handwriting on paper.
She lay on the bed, lifting the paper up toward the lamp on the top.
The handwriting is beautiful and familiar, but she still didn't think of it.
She reached out and counted, and there were fifty desserts listed on it, which looked more like a menu. Is there anyone who loves desserts in this villa?
There is a person who loves Western food, so the balcony of the restaurant is full of various herbs.
There is a dessert lover, so the pantry is very complete.
She suddenly felt that her next job was not very simple, but thinking about the salary she offered was three times that of her deliveryman.
Thinking of this, she became motivated again.
There was a gap in the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, and she heard the familiar piano music again.
Lin Miaomiao listened quietly for a while and couldn't help but get up.
She walked to the living room, and the sound of the piano was almost inaudible, and she slowly walked up the stairs.
The second floor has a spacious living room, long bookshelves walls, and a soft high-back single sofa.
She walked along the piano sound that appeared occasionally, and there was a round glass room at the end of the corridor.
The night was dark outside the balcony, and the glass house was bathing in the silver moonlight.
She walked slowly closer, the curtains were not completely pulled up, she stood behind the glass, and saw a person facing her side, playing the piano from the gap.
The white grand piano, he was looking at the piano score intently, his fingers jumping rapidly on the black and white keys.
His side face is elegant and elegant, and he has a kind of cleanliness that is beyond the world.
The bright black hair seemed to be blown by the wind, and it was a little more softer than before.
His eyelashes were long and dense, and his dark shadow fell on his white porcelain skin. His eyes were flowing in a slight trembling, cold and indifferent.
Lin Miaomiao's heart seemed to be caught, and it was a pain that made the whole body numb.
Xu Zeyan.
It turns out that he lives here.
The fourth person in the villa was Xu Zeyan, whom she had always been in secret.
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