Over there, a servant pushed over a cart with a giant white egg on it.
Accompanying the cart was a foreigner wearing a chef’s hat. He politely greeted Sheng Jianan and the others, and then, in broken and unclear Chinese, said to Tang Yanqi, "Beautiful Mrs. Sheng, happy birthday."
Tang Yanqi smiled. The man’s vocabulary seed quite limited; he could only say this one sentence in Chinese. He then switched entirely to speaking in French.
His speech wasn’t too fast, and Tang Yanqi could understand almost ninety percent of it.
It turned out that this white egg was his masterpiece, and also the birthday cake Sheng Jianan had given her, although at the mont it didn’t look like a birthday cake at all.
"Now, please turn off the lights. This is the mont to witness magic."
The lights in the villa were suddenly turned off, plunging the place into darkness. The sparks in the chef’s hands beca the only source of light.
In the faint light, Tang Yanqi saw the man bring the lighter close to the giant white egg. The originally yellow fla suddenly turned a pale blue, and the white egg was instantly enveloped in a blue glow.
Gradually, the eggshell dissipated bit by bit, revealing a three-tiered cake inside. Pure white cream was scattered with many rose petals, and on the top layer of the cake were four little figures dancing ballet. As the eggshell burned down to the bottom layer of the cake, the candles on top were lit.
In the flickering candlelight, the cake’s exquisite carvings and the lifelike swans on top were clearly visible. Paired with the four dancing figures, it naturally evoked the famous ballet—"Swan Lake."
Tang Yanqi was stunned until soone beside her reminded her: "Tangtang, make a wish, hurry."
To the sound of a violin gently accompanied by a piano playing the birthday song, Tang Yanqi involuntarily closed her eyes. She had been shocked just monts ago, but now she felt unexpectedly calm.
Silently reciting her wish in her heart, she hoped for peace for her loved ones and those who loved her.
A simple wish, yet the most sincere one.
The lights ca back on, revealing the full appearance of the cake. On the tray, Tang Yanqi saw a string of letters written in chocolate syrup. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was a na: Bastien
Bastien?
It seed familiar, as if she had seen it sowhere before.
After a brief thought, Tang Yanqi suddenly rembered seeing his interview in a best-selling Paris magazine. She couldn’t recall the photo clearly, but the na was definitely this one.
He is the most famous pastry chef in current France. In Europe, where desserts are highly prized, his creations are eagerly sought after, hailed as the most beautiful artworks across all of Europe.
Even though it might just be soone with the sa na, Tang Yanqi believed this person had to be that Bastien.
Such a famous figure, coming all the way here to personally make her a birthday cake?
Instinctively, Tang Yanqi glanced at Sheng Jianan, feeling an indescribable emotion. To fulfill the task Mr. Sheng had given him, did he really hire such a renowned person?
Was it necessary?
Completely unnecessary.
Perhaps due to being overwheld by surprises tonight, Tang Yanqi felt a bit giddy, sowhat self-indulgent.
Why did she feel that maybe... maybe Sheng Jianan wasn’t just trying to fulfill Mr. Sheng’s task?
Maybe... maybe...
Tang Yanqi didn’t dare think any further. So thoughts were on the verge of erging, making her anxious, excited, eager yet afraid to touch them.
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