"Golden droplets of water!"
Yan Qi gave these peculiar Italian spiced pastries a very fitting comment.
The shape of the pastries was indeed exquisite.
They were baked treats to begin with, having a beautiful pale golden hue on the surface. According to common knowledge, this layer shouldn't have any golden halo effect, but it was important to know that before Xia Yu had shaped the dough into droplets, he had mixed in the specially made "Xia's Italian Mixed Spices"!
More precisely, it was "Merck's Stars" that were shining!
"I've always wanted to ask, what on earth did you mix into the spices?!"
Chen Yang stared intently at the small plate in front of him.
The freshly baked bread, with its warmth rushing to the face, and within that heat, Chen Yang once again experienced the addictive sensation.
Enveloped and tightly wrapped by the tide of spices. It was only thanks to Chen Yang's years of building up resistance at the "Gourmet Society" that he didn't completely succumb to it.
