When he looked at the white bubbles in the cup, he frowned in disgust. After drinking it, his face froze.
Xixi added sugar to the cappuccino, probably a lot. After drinking it in one sip, her taste buds were filled with a sweet and greasy taste.
Qing Muchen didn't like cappuccino, a drink that catered more to women's preferences, and hated anything that was too sweet.
Xixi didn't look in his direction and was cutting bread for him as a maid.
Cut the Osho butter bread into small pieces, spread the butter evenly on each piece, and she turned some of it to his plate.
She added a little too much cream. When I lived in Italy, many people around me ate this way.
Qing Muchen sat back on the chair and watched her movements expressionlessly. His eyes glanced at the greasy layer of cream on his plate. He didn't say anything at first.
When she had finished cutting all the bread and was about to add other sauces to him, he suddenly said, "Didn't Miss Xixi know the master's preferences in advance when she was sent here by the butler?"
Xixi was startled slightly, and all her movements stopped.
Qing Muchen glanced at her face and vomited out a lot of words without any expression, "In the future, cream, sugar, and all sugary and greasy things are prohibited on the dining table. Fried products appear, I like bitter coffee, I like the original taste of bread without anything added, I don’t like strong flavors like steak for late night snacks, I don’t like bitter or spicy meals, I don’t like raw food, and I don’t like special spices. Made. Did Miss Xixi remember what I just said?"
After a pause, he suddenly said, "Recite it to me a few times!"
The expression on Xixi's face was frozen, and her face looked a little unsightly.
Is he punishing primary school students for memorizing texts
"Back!" Qing Muchen said one word again with a cold face.
Xixi held the tray tightly, took several deep breaths, and repeated what he just said, "I don't like cream, I don't like sugar, I don't like all things with high sugar content and greasy food..."
Her memory seems to be surprisingly good, which Qing Muchen already learned when she was in the kitchen last night.
After repeating his words once, she was able to do so without missing a word.
Qing Muchen seemed quite satisfied and didn't let her replace the cappuccino she had just made. Instead, he took a few more sips.
It's very sweet, with a hint of bitterness in the sweetness.
To him, it was unspeakably bad.
Qing Muchen felt that he would never want to experience the taste of cappuccino again in his life.
This is how he feels at this time.
At this time, he would not have expected that many years later, he would also have the opportunity to reminisce about this taste.
It is said that cappuccino represents the taste of love, sweet and bitter, with the same original intention and always...
However, Qing Muchen didn't know this at this time.
After slowly drinking the coffee that Xixi had prepared, he tasted a few more bites of the bread she baked, and after swallowing it with difficulty, he suddenly said, "Are you familiar with Italian food?"
Xixi didn't seem to expect that he would suddenly ask such a question, and her hand that was about to refill his coffee shook.
She lowered her eyes and listened quietly to his words, her heart beating suddenly.