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Chapter 52: Afternoon Tea on the Peninsula 1

She didn't want to get entangled with Han Murphy anymore, but as soon as she heard about Peninsula's afternoon tea, her heart began to flutter.

I remember that afternoon tea at the Hong Kong Peninsula was once the favorite of the great writer Zhang Ailing, so when the Shanghai Peninsula opened, she encouraged her parents to bring her to try it.

However, when my mother learned that an afternoon tea set for two people would cost 460 yuan plus a 15% service fee, she rejected the idea.

The afternoon tea set was delivered quickly. It was a three-tiered snack rack that looked like a parrot cage from a distance.

The difference is that this birdcage is made of silver. There is no parrot on it, but a bunch of beautiful refreshments.

The first layer is the 3-meat bun, and Xiaoxiao likes the 3-salmon bag the most.

The pink salmon is wrapped in bread and tied with a green belt. Just from the look of it, it looks awesome.

The second layer is traditional waffles.

The third layer is a variety of pink desserts.

What shocked Xiaoxiao the most was that from the kettle for black tea to the tableware for placing butter, sugar, and fresh milk, they were all made of sterling silver and looked as bright as new.

In fact, when such beautiful tea cakes appeared in front of her eyes, her heart had already fallen.

The devil in her soul repeatedly told her: If you don’t eat, you won’t eat. If you don’t eat, you won’t eat.

She admits that she is corrupt and she admits that she is petty bourgeoisie. If this were not the case, how could she like to read Zhang Ailing's novels?

After everything was put on the table, she realized that such a beautiful and sumptuous afternoon tea set was prepared just for her!

Because, Han Murphy also ordered something else: black coffee and white cream cake.

It seems that he is only interested in these two things.

"You seem to have a special liking for these two things. They are the same from breakfast to afternoon tea. You don't even eat these for lunch?" Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

"Of course not, but every time I drink coffee and want to eat something, I must eat white cream cake. Pure white, without any impurities." Han Murphy replied.

"What would you do if that restaurant didn't have white cream cake?"

"Then don't eat it. Many things in life are better to be done in a pinch than in a waste." After saying that, Han Murphy took a sip of black coffee, forked a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth.

How many years later, he still remembered the feeling of eating white cream cake for the first time.

When he was a child, he would always pass by a coffee shop on his way to school.


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