Xia Mo finally understood the meaning of Shen Man's words before leaving.

Lin Wan is not simple, but Lin Wan is not complicated either. Not simple means that she is not like a salted fish that cannot even be fried as it appears on the surface. Not complicated means that she has a simple mind and does not want to do things. I will never flatter anyone, so I will not deliberately spread my tail like a peacock to show off my own advantages in order to establish a so-called personality.

Putting it this way, the pot of fruit tea she made yesterday must be very delicious.

Forty-year-old Xia Mo's eyes revealed her admiration for Lin Wan. When she was as old as Lin Wan, she had just started making desserts. For the next twelve years, she worked on her own behind closed doors. Two days ago, she was working hard in front of Lin Wan. …

Xia Mo had a bold idea in her mind. If Napoleon really succeeded this time, she would become Lin Wan's disciple.

Of course, Lin Wan didn't understand what was so difficult about Napoleon and why Xia Mo admired him so much. Is there no outstanding pastry chef in this world?

"Okay." Xia Mo assured.

"The ones in the oven should be good. Give this to me." Lin Wan stared at the piece of Napoleon.

"It's almost here, you can get it." Xia Mo had the nerve to give the smashed cake to Lin Wan.

"I have to go back, my clingy guy." Lin Wan found an excuse to leave because she found that Xia Mo talked endlessly about cakes and even brought her a notebook, but she had other things to do. Go and do it.

"Oh, okay, let's make an appointment next time." Xia Mo looked at the time and found that it was almost two o'clock.

Li Yanchen didn't expect Lin Wan to be gone for so long, so he simply moved his chair outside the yard and turned his head towards Song Jing's house.

Soon, Li Yanchen saw the woman holding a small cake in her hand.

"Boss Li, why are you sitting at the gate?" Lin Wan looked around. Apart from fields, there was no other scenery in the distance.

"The door is ventilated and cooler."

"Oh, this cake is for Li Zexuan, I'm going to Song Jing's house." Lin Wan didn't think much, put down the cake and walked out.

"Uh-huh..." Li Yanchen stood up and wanted to ask if he had just come back and why he was leaving again. Obviously this question was inappropriate. It was inquiring into someone's private affairs and violated the agreement.

"Oh." The man's tone was heavy and he lowered his eyes, trying his best to hide his disappointment.

Li Yanchen watched Lin Wan's figure disappear at the end of the road, and said sadly: "I've been visiting so much that I don't want to come back. This woman must have no heart."

Half of Song Jing's suitcase is filled with cosmetics, in fact, the most are lipsticks of various colors. She has already asked the directing team for their opinion. It is perfectly fine to talk about beauty makeup in the live broadcast room, especially with Lin Wan.

Of course, besides making money, Lin Wan also had other purposes. She wanted to know more about the past of the original owner.

"Lin Wan, let's see if there is a color you like. The dragon fruit color is popular this year. You have fair skin and will definitely look good in the picture. Or this red one, which is an eternal classic. What we sell is not lipstick but beauty." Song Jing gushed. After a while, Lin Wan finally understood why she had an average appearance and average figure, but could become such a popular beauty anchor, and she was really good at talking.

Lin Wan wanted to smooth things over and take away all the lipstick.

"You are naturally beautiful and have a white face. You look good without makeup, but it would be boring if you don't make changes during the live broadcast. Tonight I will give you a European-style makeup, which is impactful and attractive." Although Song Jing was jealous of Lin Wan, But she had to admit that Lin Wan's beauty was innate.

Lin Wan had no objection.

...

Xia Mo's Napoleon is out of the oven. When I open the oven, I can see the tangy aroma of oil, flour, nuts, and layers of pastry. It's quite successful.

"Successful, successful." Xia Mo repeated excitedly.

Xiao Xiao, who was sleeping, heard his mother's cheerful voice. He got up in a daze and stood by the window.

The mother held the cake in her hand, as if admiring a treasure.

"Succeeded?" Xiao Xiao knew that his mother was studying Napoleon without telling him and his father. He had been pretending not to know for the past two days. Only when he heard his mother's cheers did he dare to show up.

"Son, come out and have a taste." Xia Mo's tone was unusually brisk.

Xiao Tianlin also came out, and each of the three of them took a small spoon.

"Honey, it's so delicious. It would be even better if I had a cup of coffee." Xiao Tianlinfei stuffed the whole cake into his mouth after looking at it with only a small piece.

Xiao Xiao pushed away his father's spoon: "Old Xiao, just taste a little bit. Ms. Xia, you are busy doing big things."

Xia Mo also knew from the words of her husband and son that the cake was quite delicious, but she still tasted it herself. Obviously, Lin Wan had just lightly oiled it and reminded her how to wrap the dough, and it was successful in no time.

.

It's rich in flavor and so crispy that it falls apart when you take a bite. How did Lin Wan do it? Legend has it that in France, if you eat Napoleon cake without falling off the crumbs, you can get a free meal.

She is going to become a disciple.

Lin Wan sneezed hard. Who was talking about her? It couldn't be Li Yanchen again.

When Song Jing explained how to put on makeup, he did not forget to intersperse some things from his high school days: "Lin Wan, do you remember Wang Lili? She secretly put on makeup in high school, and Pan Qiang always laughed at her at that time."

Lin Wan wrote down these names, and she would go back and check the people mentioned by Song Jing.

"Just like when you were a child and secretly wore your mother's high heels, every girl has a heart for beauty." Lin Wan's words were flawless.

"Lin Wan, you haven't contacted anyone for so many years. When you return to Yuncheng, please arrange a time to get together. Everyone misses you." Song Jing continued.

Class reunion? Lin Wan thought about it in her mind, this is good, it is easiest to obtain information at the class reunion.

"For your organization, just call me."

Song Jing's heart palpitated, but Lin Wan agreed so readily.

Seeing Song Jing's brief silence, Lin Wan thought she had leaked something: "Except for you, I don't have the contact information of other classmates, so I don't think we can organize it."

"I understand, aren't you in the group now? One day I will shout from the group." Song Jing tightened his fingertips holding the lipstick.

At three o'clock, the children had woken up one after another. When An An saw Lin Wan at her home, her first reaction was to ask her if Li Zexuan had gotten up.

Lin Wan smiled and replied that she didn't know, but An An could go and see for herself.

The girl took the violin and went to Li's house again.

Li Yanchen fell asleep at the door of the courtyard like a doorkeeper. Li Zexin got up and saw his father at the door: "Boss Li, are you guarding the door?"

The man shivered and began to adjust his clothes and hair: "Is the broadcast started?" He didn't know if his image was ruined.

"No, it's only three o'clock. Who is taking a nap on the road? Fortunately, this village is blocked, otherwise wouldn't it be dangerous if a car passes by?"

Li Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief and dragged the deck chair into the yard.

After more than two hours of relief, Li Zexuan had completely recovered.

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Chapter completed!