Yan Jian could only rub his forehead.
In the pastry chef's worldview, the entire world should be like the sweet shop, always wafting with a sweet and soft aroma; unfortunately, this wish is just a dream bubble in front of someone like Ben Shaming.
Just like the large hollow inside a puff pastry, apart from the cream, it looks so big, but one bite causes it to collapse.
"Can I be rude to you?" Ben Shaming squinted, his 1.9-meter frame seeming to tilt toward Yan Jian: "Miss, what do you wish, or rather expect, for me to be rude to you?"
Yan Yu was frightened, hurriedly stepping back, yet still mindful to correct: "Don't call me Miss; you should still call me Young Lady."
Ben Shaming raised an eyebrow: "Oh? You're so old and still not married?"
Yan Yu froze: "I'm, old?"
A 25-year-old woman, how could she be old?
