My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Chapter 226 Caramel Jelly

In the indoor dining area of ​​the Sunset Bar, the dessert table has been prepared.

Wen Lan looked at the cakes and colorful jelly puddings in the refrigerator and wished she could have one of each.

"I love strawberry cake. Oh my god, it looks delicious."

"Is this pudding?" She looked at the Chinese and English words on the label again. "Caramel custard? It looks so simple!"

The pastry chef came over. He was a tall, fat foreigner and said a lot of gibberish.

"Is he speaking French?" she asked Bu Yufan.

"This is Samuele, an Italian." Bu Yufan introduced Wen Lan and greeted Samuele familiarly.

"Hello, Uncle Sam." Wen Lan smiled friendly and brightly.

Uncle Sam's apprentice came over and acted as an interpreter.

"Madam, Master Sa would like to invite you to try some caramel custard." He took out the simple little bottle from the refrigerator and handed Wen Lan a small silver spoon.

"Ti amo!" Wen Lan thanked, causing several people to laugh.

"No, no, it's Grazie, Grazie!" she quickly corrected.

"Ma'am, you are very beautiful, and I love you too!" Master Sa exchanged a few words with his assistant and teased her in Chinese.

Wen Lan was so happy that she rocked back and forth, with her beautiful dimples deeply embedded in her lips. She used a small spoon to scoop up a spoonful of milk jelly dipped in caramel.

"Oh my god! This is so delicious!" Wen Lan's eyes widened. "Bu Yufan, this is simply amazing, isn't it?"

She passed the spoon to Bu Yufan's mouth again, "It's not an exaggeration at all, try it!"

Bu Yufan's eyes were shining as he looked at his beloved woman, a woman who was vivid, real and not at all pretentious!

Master Sa was also infected by her charm, and he introduced the recipe to Wen Lan with great interest.

"Mascarpone?" Wen Lan understood what he said and nodded in approval. Then, she tasted the caramel several more times while Master Sa was explaining it.

"Please ask the master for me." Wen Lan turned to Master Sa's apprentice, "Did this caramel add..." she wondered.

"Ma'am, caramel is Master Sa's secret recipe."

"Are pecans added to the caramel?" Wen Lan guessed the answer and asked quickly.

"Pecan?" Master Sa also caught Wen Lan's Chinese pronunciation.

"Yep, Pecan! In the caramel, Caramel, Pecan, right?" She excitedly and danced with her hands as she expressed her discovery.

Bu Yufan took another bite. The rich flavor really tasted more and more like pecans. Wen Lan also aroused his curiosity and he waited for Master Sa's answer.

"Oh my god!" Master Sa was learning Chinese and applying it on the spot. "Madam, it's pecan, you are a genius!"

He gave Wen Lan a big warm hug, making the couple laugh.

The atmosphere of the food tasting was joyful.

When Wen Lan ate the third caramel jelly, she took a sip of white wine. It was a perfect match.

Bu Yufan really knew her preferences. This bottle of white wine had a strong fruity aroma and was soft and smooth in the mouth.

"Bu Yufan, you are really amazing! Why are even the desserts in your hotel so delicious?"

"Not 'your hotel', ours," he corrected her, refilling her glass.

"Hehe, it's ours! You're so rich, of course I want whatever you give me!" She laughed. "No wonder Gu Zuoshan said the other day that it's worthy of being IELTS, even the sandwiches are so delicious. Let me tell you, from the perspective of the guests, it's really important for the food at a resort hotel to be delicious, stylish, and of good quality."

"Gu Zuoshan again? Is this never going to end?" He was jealous and childish.

"It's over! I won't dare to do it again!" She quickly admitted her mistake and stuffed the strawberry cake into his mouth.

She herself took a sip of wine, a bite of dessert, and occasionally a few chopsticks of olives to relieve the greasiness. "It would be nice if there was pickled mustard tuber."

"Yes, it's for breakfast." Bu Yufan calmly cut Russian-style sausage for her.

"Really?"

"Of course, stir-fried pork with pickled mustard tuber. There are also several kinds of porridge and other pickled vegetables for breakfast. But it's in the buffet restaurant in our main building. You've been here for so many days, and you didn't go there yourself, but stayed in bed with me every day. Do you want to eat now? I'll have it prepared and sent to you."

"Bu Yufan, are you sticking to me, or am I sticking to you?" Wen Lan looked around cautiously and asked him in a low voice.

"It's hard to say." Bu Yufan didn't care if anyone heard me or not. "I'm reluctant to get out of here once you've stuck with me."

"Bu Yufan!" She stopped him.

He stopped talking, but his eyes and thoughts were wandering, reminiscing about their sweet time, and the smile on his face grew wider.

"You laugh again!" Wen Lan couldn't stand it anymore.

"What's wrong? Thinking of your appearance, you can't even smile? Then..." He leaned close to her cheek, "I have to close my eyes. Will you let me?"

He closed his eyes in front of her. That ridiculously good-looking male face was really hard to look away from.

Wen Lan swallowed and took another sip of wine to cover it up.

"Not allowed!" she ordered softly.

This man looks like this and acts like he's having some wild thoughts. Isn't he dangerous?

He was about to tease her about something when his cell phone vibrated on the table.

When Bu Yufan answered the phone, he just happened to see Du Ailun pushing the door open while talking on the phone.

"President, Madam." Du Allen approached them. "I received news that Kegley's CEO just..."

"Xie Peng was sent to the hospital with respiratory alkalosis. I understand." Bu Yufan interrupted him.

"Oh? Oh oh." Du Ailun didn't expect that Bu Yufan had only been here for a few days, but the news came as quickly as his.

"Mr. Du, please go visit Mr. Xie in the name of me and my husband." Wen Lan reacted very quickly.

She didn't ask for details about how Xie Peng became ill.

She didn't decide whether Xie Peng would come tonight or not.

Whether it is a real illness or a fake one, you should just take advantage of the situation and counter it. There is no need to be definite.

"Okay, Miss Wen. I'll go right away." Du Ailun received the order.

"Xiao Lan, when we saw him just now, he was fine."

"Hubby, I want to say these three words 'Gu Zuoshan' again, can I?" Wen Lan looked at Bu Yufan timidly.

He smiled, asked her to try the Hainanese chicken rice, and motioned for her to continue.

"Gu Zuoshan told me that Xie Peng...had suffered from mental illness before."

"Mental illness? I only know that he sold the hotel on Rose Island, which is the predecessor of Seaview Villa."

"Gu Zuoshan has a lot of gossip. He said Xie Peng's wife died in a car accident."

"Car accident?" Bu Yufan's expression was a little subtle. "When did it happen? Was it before the hotel changed hands?"