With billowing smoke rings, Marinda arrived on time, carrying a wooden lunchbox.
The lunchbox was divided into three layers, with not only the promised egg tarts but also larger pan tarts and egg tarts with added matcha, cream, and various fruits.
Undoubtedly, these were all Aunt Mary's new products.
In response, Arthur gave his one hundred percent approval—
"Not bad!
The caramel one is the most delicious!"
Wearing an apron, Arthur directly followed his 'Spirit Medium instincts' and took out the most attractive egg tart from the lunchbox and put it in his mouth.
The crisp and tender texture immediately woke up his taste buds, enhancing the sweetness and caramelized flavor, like a breeze suddenly blowing on a hot afternoon.
It wasn't cool, but it was comfortable enough.
Marinda accepted the compliment with a curl of her lips.
Because...
The caramel egg tart was made by her.
It definitely wasn't burnt.
Just a simple case of high heat, that's all.
