Chapter 638: Chapter 638



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The two entered the restaurant. Since they had made a reservation, the waiter led them to a reserved seat after saying their names.

“The desserts here are good.” The pastry chef of this restaurant was hired in Country F. The desserts were famous and many people came here for the desserts.

Dolores frowned, “They’re not here yet, shall we eat first?”.

“You eat some first,” Matthew said.

Knowing that Dolores liked to eat sweet food after being pregnant, he arranged the meeting here, just for her to try the desserts here, since they rarely went out together.

Dolores didn’t refuse. She found the atmosphere elegant and relatively quiet. The customers coming in and out were very polite.

The place was full of waiters, who wore black vests, white shirts and black ties. They stood in front of the tables handing out menus.

Matthew flipped through the menu and asked, “Is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?”

Dolores shook her head, “You order.”

She didn’t have much of an appetite today and didn’t want to eat anything right away.

Without asking her opinion, Matthew ordered two desserts and a glass of goat’s milk.

He closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, “That’s all.”

“We’ll bring you your food soon.” The waiter bent down and walked away after saying that.

As he waited, Dolores fiddled with a freshly bloomed red rose on the table, bored.

Matthew watched her silently, feeling she was like a child at the moment, a little childish, a little cute.

He reached out 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 with thorns, but its thorns would only prick Armand.

Soon after, the waiter brought them desserts.

There were two desserts. The first was a lemon tart. Lemon tart was the signature dish of Country F. The authentic way was to make a pie filling with the juice of a yellow lemon, cream, sugar and egg, plus a bit of yellow lemon peel shavings for added aroma. Strawberries and crunchy lemon-shaped candies were made as garnish.

The combination of lemon and cream was sweet but not overpowering, with the lemon flavor and fluffiness of the cake, a delicious shape and excellent flavor, which made it a very popular dessert.

Another dessert was the F-style mille-feuille, in which the puff pastry had to be made by folding it six times over and over to produce a crisp puff pastry. Each layer was brushed with a little wine. A layer of puff pastry was interspersed with a layer of vanilla seed custard sauce. Finally, the top layer is sprinkled with powdered sugar, nuts and a glass of goat’s milk to make it nutritious and delicious.

“They look delicious.” Dolores picked up a spoon, probably because she had a sweet tooth due to her pregnancy.

Besides, the desserts looked delicious. She cut a small piece of lemon tart and put it in her mouth, the texture was smooth with a strong lemon fragrance, sweet with some acidity, not too prominent, just the right amount, not too sweet, not cloying at all, it was a very tasty dessert.

The millefeuille also tasted good.

It might be because it was already noon and he was hungry, so he ate very fast.

“Slow down, no one is taking the food.” Matthew took a tissue to wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth.

Dolores picked up a piece of lemon tart and passed it to her mouth, “Taste it.”

“I don’t like to eat sweet things.” Matthew didn’t open his mouth.

Dolores annoyed him and acted flirtatiously, “You take a bite.”

Then she popped it in her mouth. The cream stuck to his lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth and ate it.

“Take some for the two children to eat when we leave,” Matthew said as he swallowed the food.

Dolores nodded. The portion was small, barely palatable for one person to eat. Dolores ate both portions. She picked up the ‘milk’ next to her. She sensed something was wrong when she tasted the milk. The milk was different from what she normally drank.

He frowned, “What is this?”

“Goat’s milk.”

Dolores was speechless.

Compared to cow’s milk, goat’s milk is more nutritious for pregnant women. The volume of fat particles in goat’s milk is one-third that of cow’s milk, which favors its absorption. In addition, its long-term consumption does not produce fat. The vitamins and trace elements in goat’s milk are also higher than those in cow’s milk. For pregnant women, goat’s 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 aging and increasing its elasticity and brightness.

Pains left the cup.

“Drink it.” Matthew picked it up and handed it to her.

She didn’t take it and just gave him a glance.

Matthew felt helpless and said, “It’s nutritious, let’s change the milk from home to this kind of milk in the future.”

“No.” Dolores resolutely refused.

“What don’t you want, does Matthew bully you?”

Armand walked in and heard Matthew’s voice. He glanced at the cup in Matthew’s hand and then glanced at Dolores, “What are you doing?”

Dolores took the cup in Matthew’s hand. In front of other people, she had to face Matthew.

“Didn’t Theresa come with you?” Armand pulled out a chair and sat down after glancing around and didn’t see her.

Dolores didn’t like the taste of goat’s milk. However, when Armand asked her this question, she unconsciously 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 go out with you?” asked Armand, forcing the loss inside her.

“She’s coming over later,” Dolores said as she set the cup down.

Hearing that Theresa was coming, Armand immediately smiled, “Dolores, you have to help me, I’m really on edge, soft and hard approaches don’t work. It’s like a cold stone that can’t be heated.”

“Armand.” Dolores hesitated for a while, but still couldn’t find the right words.

Armand looked at Dolores who hesitated and suddenly became uneasy, “Dolores, what do you mean, Theresa doesn’t love me anymore?”

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