Is there a better collaborator than someone driven to desperation, with no other options?
Naturally, it's also someone who loves food.
"Can we start now?"
Charltay. Collan looked at the pondering Jason and asked cautiously.
"Of course."
"Let's begin with 221B Pea Pod Street, it was one morning when a war veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder encountered..."
Jason moved a chair over, sat down, and began to narrate.
Charltay. Collan was hunched over, taking notes.
The female pastry chef watched the scene, couldn't help but smile, then turned around to start tidying up everything in the shop.
Although she had only been away for two days, some dust accumulation was inevitable.
After she finished cleaning the inside of the shop and was carrying a basin of water to the back door to pour it out, her expression changed abruptly.
Her hazy, tranquil temperament suddenly turned wild.
