Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

The two of them walked into the restaurant. Since they had made a reservation, the waiter led them to a reserved seat after they said their names.

“The desserts here are good.” The pastry chef of this restaurant was hired from F country. The desserts were famous and many people came here for the desserts.

Dolores frowned, “They haven’t arrived yet, shall we eat first?”

“You eat a little first,” Matthew said.

Knowing that Dolores liked to eat sweet food after she was pregnant, he arranged the meeting here, just to let her try the desserts here as they rarely came out together.

Dolores did not refuse. She found the environment here elegant and relatively quiet. The customers coming in and out were all very polite.

The place was full of male waiters, who wore black waistcoats, white shirts and black neckties. They stood in front of the tables to deliver the menus.

Matthew flipped through the menu and asked, “Is there anything in particular you want to eat?”

Dolores shook her head, “You order.”

Today, she did not have much appetite and did not want to eat anything right away.

Without seeking her opinion, Matthew ordered two desserts and a glass of goat milk.

He closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, “That’s all.”

“We will bring your meal to you soon.” The waiter bent down and retreated after saying that.

As she waited, Dolores fiddled with a freshly blooming red rose on the table in boredom.

looked at her quietly, feeling that she was like a child at the moment, a little childish, a little

smooth her hair, “Be careful

rose is beautiful but it has

get it will

that the rose was like Theresa, covered in thorns,

long after, the waiter

first one was a lemon tart. The lemon tart was the signature dish in F country. The authentic way was to make a tart filling with the juice of a yellow lemon, cream, sugar and egg, plus a little bit of yellow lemon peel

lemon and cream was sweet but not overwhelming, with the flavour of lemon and the fluffiness of cake, a delightful shape and excellent flavour, making it a very

folding it six times over and over again to produce a crispy pastry. Each layer was brushed with a little wine. Interleaved was a layer of puff pastry and a layer of custard sauce with

spoon, probably because she was so greedy

put it in her mouth, the texture was soft and with a strong lemon fragrance, sweet with some acidity, not too prominent, just

mille-feuille tasted good

be because it was noon now and she was hungry, so she ate very

tissue to wipe away the cream at the

tart and

eat sweet things.” Matthew did not

pestered him and acted coquettishly, “You take

delivered it to his mouth. The cream stuck on his lips. He had no

eat when we leave,” Matthew said as he

‘milk’ next to her. She felt that something was wrong when she tasted the milk. The milk was different from the

frowned, “What

“Goat milk.”

Dolores was speechless.

more nutritious for pregnant women. The volume of fat particles in goat milk is one-third of cow milk, which is more conducive for absorption. Furthermore, long-term consumption will not cause fat. The vitamins and trace elements in goat milk are also higher than in cow milk. For pregnant women, goat milk has a higher content of vitamin E, which

put the cup