Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 233

Grady stood by the stovetop, patiently tending to a small pot where grape skiss simmered in water. He watched the calise carefully, tossing in more skins whenever the hue began to fade.

Richard had emphasized–more than once–how important the color was. He didn’t meddle in the bakery’s day aday anymore, but for the granddaughter of an old friend, even he was happy to make a life cake.

The light purple liquid swirled gently in the pot. Steam rose in soft clouds, carrying with in the sweet, dean seat of gagn

Everyone working in the studio paused what they were doing. One by one, they were drawn in by the fagate

“That smells amazing, someone murmured.

“Like real grape candy,” another said, leaning over the pot.

The lavender liquid shimmered like flowing chiffon, bubbling softly.

Grady nodded. His senses weren’t as sharp as they used to be, but standing over that little pot for just a few minutes had lef him feeling refreshed, as if that grape–scented steam had cleansed his lungs and sharpened his eyes.

He picked up a spoon, scooped out a bit of the liquid, let it cool, and took a sip.

Normally, when you boil grape skins like this, the water turns slightly bitter–how bitter depends on how mucho din gou use But the sip he took… wasn’t bitter at all. It had a subtle sweetness, with a crisp, fragrant take.

Grady thought, ‘I wouldn’t even need to process this. Just pour the liquid into a cup, and I could sell i as

Sweet, natural, and healthy. People would line up to buy it

“How is it?” one of the workers asked, eager. “What’s it taste like?

Grady calmly dropped the spoon into the sink and replied, “Grape. Now go finish slicing”

This was a two–person job–one peeled, the other chopped

He stared at the growing pile of discarded skins and said, “Don’t throw those away. Make more of the dye and we them for some steamed grape cakes later.”

the staff said

all been itching to suggest

fell quiet again, the air filled with the drifting scent of fresh grapes.

the delicate little pot,

broke the calm. “Oh my god! Where are

was in a panic. Everyone looked down,

from his pocket, and squatted down. The pristine tiles made

the workstation. Some had already

the ingredients.” The tearn quickly wiped the coursters, mopped the Boor, and double- checked that every last ant was gone before they relaxed.

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the heck did they come from?”

You never see ants in this part of town.”

Their shop had spotless tiles and got mopped four times a

turned to Grady, faces full of confusion

He simply returned to the stove, fished out the grape skins, and added

translucent fruit pieces bobbed and rolled in the liquid, slowly soaking

rich scent wafted out through the window–and

Grady was sure: if there weren’t people around, those birds would’ve flown straight into the

“So many

someone whispered

younger staff members suddenly lit up. He pointed toward the prep

“I was chopping them over here earlier, and the juice probably dripped down. That’s what attracted

way too far

ants all gathered right where I was

with excitement. “These grapes

home, they had a persimmon tree. Whenever the fruit ripened, birds would come to peck at it–and the ones