Matchmaker Chocolates นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Although he knew she was changing the subject, Leandro still listened to her and took out the gifts from the suitcase. In the past, whenever he went on a business trip, he would bring Charlotte her favorite mango candies. Now, he has collected almost all flavors of mango candies. This time, he couldn't find any that Charlotte hadn't tried before. In addition to the mango candies, Leandro also brought back a piece of jewelry as a business trip gift. Charlotte gave him a look and said, "Isn't it just sugar?"

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”

She spoke with a voice that was almost as tiny and soft as Olivia's. Damien raised his brows and folded his arms, giving me a knowing, amused look that made my jaw clench. Ronnie started showing us around the aisles. There were lots of gourmet chocolates around: dark, milky, and all sorts of exotic flavors I didn't even know existed. All wrapped up beautifully in satin ribbons and cellophane. The displays of fresh flowers and premium gelato were equally elaborate. I felt completely helpless. Right then and there, I realized I was dangerously unqualified for this simple task.

So I take a step back and try to change the subject. “Anyway, this matchmaking thing is kind of weird, isn’t it?” I say with a laugh. “I mean, who knows what kind of person they will match me with? Some kind of stalker or psychopath, probably.” Jace nods in agreement and follows me as I enter the room where the matchmaker lady is waiting for me. She looks up from her table with a smile.

He sighed and pushed away from the bench where he was working on a new flavour combination. He had hoped that by staying home and working without the threat of her interrupting him he might actually be able to concentrate, but no such luck. He looked down at what he had made. Smoked dark chocolate and whiskey truffles. Exactly what she tasted like when he kissed her. It was a good combination. The traditional cigar and whiskey paired with a rich bitter chocolate. He used aged wine barrel wood to smoke the chocolate giving it a spicy taste that paired well with the whiskey.

“Ara, which ice cream that you want?” “Chocolate, Mom. Chocolate one!” The young woman smiled. She ruffled his daughter’s hair slowly. Just like her husband, their child is very fond of chocolate. Both of them can not refuse the sweet taste offered by a bar of chocolate. “Uncle, I want to order one chocolate ice cream, please.” “Alright, wait a minute.” A few minutes later, they came out of the ice cream shop earlier. Hyo-jin and her daughter walked back to the flower shop, which is quite a distance from that place.

"Traditional lace suits an empire built on logistics. It projects stability." "Acceptable? Just acceptable?" Maeve pouted, tossing the fabric onto the velvet sofa between us and reaching for a tray of gold-leafed macarons. "You’ve been giving me half-hearted answers for the last twenty minutes, darling! What about the cake? The pastry chef at the Metropol offered a six-tier vanilla bean with passionfruit curd, or a rich dark chocolate truffle. Which one says 'I rule Moscow's elite'?" "The chocolate," I said, my eyes tracking a stray thread on my cuff. "Dark chocolate leaves a bitter aftertaste. It commands respect."

she responded with a smile. "You're obsessed with ruling," Manik chuckled. "I am," she responded. "Miral. Can I ask you something?" Manik spoke, after following silence for a minute. "Yeah," she looked at him. "Do you know why our dads introduced us to each other?" He questioned. Miral nodded. "I do. They want us to get to know each other so that we can figure out if we're compatible or not so that they can pitch for our wedding," she confessed. "So? What do you think about this?" He curiously asked.

“I have the perfect pastry for you…how about giving him macaroons” I looked at the woman as she winked at me. "It's the perfect gift for everyone .. they are commonly called pastry jewelry, it's the perfect gift I assure you. » I nodded, convinced by her pitch, and she handed me a piece of paper and a pen making me look at her puzzled. "Because you're nice to me, I'm going to give you a present... How about we make this gift package unique for your boyfriend?" I lowered my head in embarrassment and she asked me to tell her about Michaël, the color of his hair and his eyes. I did it and a few minutes later, I was paying at the checkout thanking her for her attention. She is so nice...

"Don't you think it's too early for champagne?" "Of course not, are you sure you don't want it?" "Nope, but I'm craving chocolate." I said in all honesty. When I'm on my period I'm always craving chocolate and this morning I forgot to bring a Milky Way with me. "What brand of chocolate?" he asked. "Delafee." I joked. Delafee is one of the most luxurious chocolate brands in the world and I doubt that he will have that, but I can't help messing with him.