Madam Puddifoot Tea Shop นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I need some tea and something sweet and I know the perfect place. “Who pissed you off Luna?” Mrs Paula asks. “Just a couple of stupidly irritating men.” I answer. Mrs Paula hands me a nice steaming cup of tea and my favourite muffin. I walk over to my usual seat and start tearing at the muffin popping pieces of it into my mouth. This has to be my favourite little cafe. Mrs Paula makes the best pastries and I know that she is still trying to find someone to fill Tia’s shoes.

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

her words almost sounded like she’s trying to ascertain if her assumption was true or not. “That shouldn’t be of bother to you. Should it?” My friend managed to slip into the conversation, in between sips. Definitely, the tea smelled amazing but the guilt couldn’t let me have a taste just yet. “Who knows? New Monarch might mean new rules” Madam replies, sending a smile in our direction. Particularly in my direction.

She says then leaves some instructions for the receptionist and comes to me “Let’s go” The shop we were in was quaint, everything was a bright version of the primary colors. Blue and yellow seats, yellow walls, red rug. It looked like a child’s play room but the smell of the coffee was divine. It made my mouth water and so did the pastries “What can I get you?” Their server whose name tag read “Matilda” asked and I looked at Lillian “Lady’s first” “I would like a steaming hot Americano and cross buns”

He then poured his tea to his thermos’s cup and offered it to Madam Rue. “Oh? I am fine without one. I’ll only be taking my order,” Madam Rue said, declining politely. Jai shrugged and put the cup on the register table, in front of her. “It’s alright. The shipment isn’t due in around fifteen minutes, so we have some time to kill.” Galum nodded. “Yes, you might as well spend the time talking to us. So it won’t be boring.” “Alright then,” the lady chuckled, and with no hesitation, she took the cup and sipped. Her eyes widened a bit after she tasted the content. “Oh my, what is this? This is very nice.”

“For today’s morning tea, I made Darjeeling Namring Queen Upper Spring Flush.” Claudette accepted the teacup and inhaled the tea’s aroma from the cup. “Mariage Frères, huh?” “As you ordered, My Lady,” Theodore responded. “Right. Your private tutor will arrive for about fifteen minutes, My Lady.” “Tell him I’ll take a half day of class,” after consuming her tea, Claudette stood up. She looked at her smartphone and tapped onto something before putting it on her table. “We’re going somewhere.” Putting his hand over his chest, Theodore bowed. “Yes, My Lady.”

However, when he met the king of Luton, Anthony, arriving at his shop, he could only keep bowing. They entered the VIP room with a table of tea and snacks. Leaflets about free benefits for VIP customers are placed on the long table. There were even styling services for free. "Mr. Marwood, what would you like to drink? The coffee here is imported from abroad and tastes good," the owner said. Anne's first reaction was, "He can't drink coffee." Anthony's dark eyes stared at Anne's face, and he was slightly stunned. "Then...how about some tea?" the owner recommended.

Moody just shifted like he didn’t know what to do with himself in the doorway. I cleared my throat. Eyeing a small box which seemed to be the last of the contents of the bag. “You know it’s very ungentlemanly for a fella to stare at a lady while she cries.” I finally let him know I knew he was there. He took a step inside the room. “I’ve never seen someone so emotional about coffee and sweets before,” he said toeing a bag. “These Mr. Gruff and Moody,” I said in a mocking tone. “Are more than just coffee and pastries. They are Maggie’s coffee and pastries and I will never find any better.” I mused. “So good, you have tears of joy?” he said doubtfully.

Gemma asked as she grabbed her black Jimmy Choo wallet out from her designer bag and looked at her cold friends. Maddie fixed her blonde hair, putting it back into place after the wind had blown it around. She sat more comfortably on the black and green couch, sinking into the red pillows behind her. She looked up at Gemma as she grinned “I know what you want” Gemma smiled “You coffee fiend” “Hey, what can I say, a Piccolo Latte completes me” She sighed dramatically “I don’t know how you drink that stuff!” Cindy shuddered “Could I just have a Green Tea, oh oh no wait; a organic ginger peach white”

I dropped into the rocking chair and stared into the bright fire in the fireplace. “I am not going to apologize for putting you through the pain of running in the rain and getting your blood pressure hiked up because of me,” she began. “I wasn’t expecting one either,” I rasped out a reply. Silence ensued between us after that exchange of brusque words. The door opened and a maid walked in with a tray containing a teapot and some cups. She set it down on a coffee table and poured out hot tea for the both of us. “This is the best recipe for a cold lonely night.” I stared at Madam Helen as she breathed out and reached for a cup of tea, nodding for me to take the other one.