Flavor Frenzy Flan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His sudden shift in focus made me feel like I had his undivided interest. "Oh, these come in different flavors?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I hadn't realized that the candy had a variety of flavors. "Yeah," Felix said, listing them off. "Mint, chocolate, strawberry, orange, litchi, pineapple—" "Litchi! Litchi!" I interrupted him excitedly. "Okay, litchi it is," Felix said with a nod. "But just to clarify, the flavored ones will be used only for the mouth, not anywhere else," he said, tapping my cheeks playfully.

She creates a new flavor each year - so there are now 55 of them, from dark and heavy to light, refreshing and fruity - and matching snacks of fun and interesting textures and tastes. Slamming the empty glass on the table, Megan swallowed and exhaled with a grimace, then lifted her chin to search for her target. Once she located Phia, Megan pointed a finger skyward then recoiled into her seat. I sipped on the light cherry-flavored 'Moon Glow' ale and smiled sadly. "What did Cole do now?" A new pint of the black nutty 'Screw Your Mind' ale appeared on the table. Megan immediately grabbed it and took two large gulps.

He swallowed, his throat making a dry sound: "My Lord, I know you like cleanliness. I'll bring you fresh offerings right away." On one side of the offering table sat a small white porcelain bowl filled with clear water. A layer of fine dust floated on the surface, and a faint ring of water stains circled the rim. Brycen picked up the bowl and turned toward a sealed water bucket in the corner. After pouring out the water, he refilled the bowl with fresh water and carefully placed it before the doll. Then he took a delicate package of flan from his pocket. The treat had a pinkish glutinous rice skin with dark red bean paste inside. He placed the flan on a lacquered tray beside the water bowl.

I took my dessert spoon and dug in, letting the sweet vanilla flavor swirl in my mouth. "Oh my Goddess. This is so good!" I glanced at Io who had his eyes closed savoring the taste. I looked at all the other guests and they had the same expression. My mom's flan was one of her best sellers in her bistro. The tourists would always come back for her flan before they left to go home.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

And then this happened. When a waitress—not Wendy, who had disappeared into thin air—brought out the dessert menu, Flinn didn't even look at it. "Get us a plate of everything for the table." It wasn't long before I was stuffing orange-sauced crepes, tarte Tatin, and crème fraîche meringues in my face. "My favorite one's the tart," I grunted around my spoon. Flinn tightened his lips in a hold-it-in hold to suppress a dirty joke, and I grinned back at him.

A few minutes later, our second round of ice cream was served, and we devoured it with gusto. When our ice cream bowls were already empty, I asked her, "Do you want more?" Lauren grinned. "Can we have takeout, please?" she said with puppy-dog eyes. My heart melted in my rib cage. "What flavors do you want to bring home? Choose any flavor so that we can order it from the waiter," I said. "Butter Fudge Almond and Black Cherry Vanilla, half gallon each!" Lauren grinned cheekily. "Can I?" A chuckle escaped my lips. I love the way she smiles; it's so captivating. "Sure!" I signaled the waiter to come to our table, and I gave him my order.

I told him. Pretty sure the ice cream guy heard me. "Okay, she'll have that," Jacob said to the vendor. "And I'll have chocolate hazelnut banana cream flavor." "A cone of Vanilla mango sunset and raspberry merlot and a cone of chocolate hazelnut banana cream ice cream flavors coming right up." The guy said and went to get them. We both smile at each other and the guy returns, he begins mixing the flavors with a large deep glass bowl. The whole place smelled heavenly. I breathed in.

I explained. “Mmm sounds yummy.” she smiled, reaching over to hold my hand. “They are delicious. They have some good flavors to pick from.” I nodded. “What’s your favorite?” she asked. “Hmm, from Amorino’s? I usually go for the lime and basil gelato. Elijah tends to order refreshing Jasmin while Forrest goes super sweet with the Duce de Leche.” I answered. “Hmm, those all sound good. I’ll have to see the flavors to decide for myself. But if I order something different than you, will you let me have a lick of yours?” she asked.

I gave him a middle finger once again to which he laughed again, loving the fact that I clearly embarrassed myself infront of our Professor. "Rose, your shir---" I turned, tuning him out completely as I marching towards the old women behind the glass window, who supplied us with food and to my surprise I saw the lady teacher giving orders to her. "Three plates of Mac and cheese with extra sauce and fried chicken---pieces only, leg. Salad with extra lemon juice. Three cokes, and oh! four plates of fries." The old women nodded with a smile. "That'll be 96$." Jesus, the food is expensive.