The two of them walked into the restaurant. Since they had made a reservation, the waiter led them to
a reserved seat after they said their names.
“The desserts here are good.” The pastry chef of this restaurant was hired from F country. The desserts
were famous and many people came here for the desserts.
Dolores frowned, “They haven’t arrived yet, shall we eat first?”
“You eat a little first,” Matthew said.
Knowing that Dolores liked to eat sweet food after she was pregnant, he arranged the meeting here,
just to let her try the desserts here as they rarely came out together.
Dolores did not refuse. She found the environment here elegant and relatively quiet. The customers
coming in and out were all very polite.
The place was full of male waiters, who wore black waistcoats, white shirts and black neckties. They
stood in front of the tables to deliver the menus.
Matthew flipped through the menu and asked, “Is there anything in particular you want to eat?”
Dolores shook her head, “You order.”
Today, she did not have much appetite and did not want to eat anything right away.
Without seeking her opinion, Matthew ordered two desserts and a glass of goat milk.
He closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, “That’s all.”
“We will bring your meal to you soon.” The waiter bent down and retreated after saying that.
As she waited, Dolores fiddled with a freshly blooming red rose on the table in boredom.
Matthew looked at her quietly, feeling that she was like a child at the moment, a little childish, a little
cute.
He reached out his hand to smooth her hair, “Be careful not to prick your hand.”
‘A rose is beautiful but it has thorns.’
‘Those who want to get it will always have to suffer a little.’
Dolores withdrew her hand, feeling that the rose was like Theresa, covered in thorns, but her thorns
would only prick Armand.
Not long after, the waiter brought them all the desserts.
There were two desserts. The first one was a lemon tart. The lemon tart was the signature dish in F
country. The authentic way was to make a tart filling with the juice of a yellow lemon, cream, sugar and
egg, plus a little bit of yellow lemon peel shavings to add aroma. Strawberries and crunchy candies
were made into a lemon shape as a garnish.
The combination of lemon and cream was sweet but not overwhelming, with the flavour of lemon and
the fluffiness of cake, a delightful shape and excellent flavour, making it a very popular dessert.
Another dessert was the F-style mille-feuille, where the puff pastry had to be made by folding it six
times over and over again to produce a crispy pastry. Each layer was brushed with a little wine.
Interleaved was a layer of puff pastry and a layer of custard sauce with vanilla seeds. Finally, sprinkle
the top layer with icing sugar, dried fruit and a glass of goat milk to make it nutritious and delicious.
“They look delicious.” Dolores picked up a spoon, probably because she was so greedy due to her
pregnancy.
Furthermore, the desserts looked delicious. She cut a small piece of lemon tart and put it in her mouth,
the texture was soft and with a strong lemon fragrance, sweet with some acidity, not too prominent, just
the right amount, not too sweet, not at all cloying, it was a very tasty dessert.
The mille-feuille tasted good too.
It might be because it was noon now and she was hungry, so she ate very quickly.
“Slow down, no one is grabbing the food.” Matthew took a tissue to wipe away the cream at the corner
of her mouth.
Dolores took a piece of lemon tart and passed it to his mouth, “Taste it.”
“I don’t like to eat sweet things.” Matthew did not open his mouth.
Dolores pestered him and acted coquettishly, “You take a bite.”
After that, she delivered it to his mouth. The cream stuck on his lips. He had no choice but to open his
mouth and ate it.
“Take some back to let the two kids eat when we leave,” Matthew said as he swallowed the food.
Dolores nodded. The portion was small, just nice for one person to eat it. Dolores ate both the two
portions. She picked up the ‘milk’ next to her. She felt that something was wrong when she tasted the
milk. The milk was different from the milk she usually drank.
She frowned, “What is this?”
“Goat milk.”
Dolores was speechless.
Compared to cow milk, goat milk is more nutritious for pregnant women. The volume of fat particles in
goat milk is one-third of cow milk, which is more conducive for absorption. Furthermore, long-term
consumption will not cause fat. The vitamins and trace elements in goat milk are also higher than in
cow milk. For pregnant women, goat milk has a higher content of vitamin E, which can stop the
oxidation and decomposition of cells and fatty acids in the body, delaying skin ageing and increasing
skin elasticity and lustre.
Dolores put the cup down.
“Drink it.” Matthew picked it up and handed it to her.
She did not take it and just looked at him.
Matthew was helpless and said, “It’s nutritious, let’s change the milk at home to this kind of milk in the
future.”
“No.” Dolores decisively refused.
“What do you not want? Does Matthew bully you?”
Armand walked in and heard Matthew’s voice. He looked at the cup in Matthew’s hand and then looked
at Dolores, “What are you doing?”
Dolores took the cup in Matthew’s hand. In front of other people, she had to give face to Matthew.
“Didn’t Theresa come with you?” Armand pulled out a chair and sat down after looking around and did
not see her.
Dolores did not like the taste of goat milk. However, when Armand asked her this question, she
subconsciously drank it. It was like a shield to hide the fact that she did not know how to answer his
question.
After drinking it, she frowned.
“Theresa doesn’t want to come out with you?” Armand asked, forcing down the loss inside him.
“She will come over later,” Dolores said as she put down her cup.
Hearing that Theresa would come, Armand smiled immediately, “Dolores, you have to help me, I’m
really at my wit’s end, both soft and hard approaches don’t work.”
‘She’s like a cold stone which cannot be warmed up.’
“Armand.” Dolores hesitated for a while, but still could not find the right words.
Armand looked at Dolores who was hesitating and he suddenly became uneasy, “Dolores, what do you
want to say? Theresa doesn’t love me anymore?”
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