Baguettes and Macarons

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Yu Chen squinted at him: "In terms of the pursuit of quality, we really have a lot to talk about."

Louie replied, "Yes, unfortunately, we agree on this point."

Yu Chen smiled, and stopped messing with him, took out a five-euro note from his wallet, and handed it to Jean-Luc: "Please give me five cents."

Jean-Luc spread his hands in a broken jar: "I don't have change, I don't have a penny."

Yu Chen sighed in a tone of voice: "I don't have any change, so I have to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes. Now you go back to the studio to rework and polish this button smooth. I won't deduct your money this time." What about the wages?"

Although it was only five cents, which was not considered money to him, it was not a small amount of money for Jean-Luc to buy half a baguette so that his brothers could eat a few more bites.After thinking for a while, he agreed to the proposal, and hurriedly rolled up his buttons and returned to the studio.

"Since you want to give him money, why do you have to beat around the bush? Just give him money."

Yu Chen poured himself a cup of black tea, and asked, "Why does Mr. Legrand's bakery process bread at a low price every afternoon, and still charge ten cents which is better than nothing? Why don't you just get up early every day and give away freshly baked baguettes from door to door?" alright?"

"How can it be the same?"

"In short, with me, only hard work will pay off. To be honest, it took me a lot of effort to find out what the children can do. Of course, I have to supervise him to complete it well." Yu Chen took a sip of tea, He whispered, "It's cold, what a pity."

"Just add some hot water and it's over?"

Yu Chen cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "This is Darjeeling picked in spring. You can only drink the first brew. After adding water for the second time, the muscadine taste will fade away, without the original flavor. To a certain extent, black tea and French tea The stick is also very similar."

Louis curled his lips: "We don't drink black tea in the slums."

"You can't say that," Yu Chen whispered, "You must have drunk Lipton black tea bags."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the studio was knocked open by Jean-Luc. He happily ran up to Yu Chen holding the button, and said loudly, "Now it's smooth!"

Yu Chen took the button and inspected it, smiling all over his face: "Thank you, your work is very good. I may use it on the cuff of a haute couture suit in the future, because you polished it so smooth that the owner of the clothes will not Accidentally snags clothing or cuts himself. I want to thank you on his behalf."

Jean-Luc froze for a moment, then grabbed the back of his head: "You don't need to be so polite..."

Yu Chen handed over a five-euro note: "This is your salary. After you get the change, give me one-euro design fee."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't come back and give you the money?"

Yu Chen said with a smile: "Your family lives on this street, am I afraid that I won't be able to find you?"

Jean-Luc stuck out his tongue and grabbed the banknotes: "I'll be back tomorrow after I buy bread!" After speaking, he ran out of the store.

"Children are really full of energy." Yu Chen shook the black teacup, not intending to drink it, "Compared to this, you are really lifeless. Is business not good today?"

Louis moved his lips and answered honestly: "The income is 46 Euros, which is a tray of fruit tarts and cheap baguettes you bought. There are also a few brats complaining to me that every time I sell cheap Baguettes, they are tired of eating."

Thinking of this, he got angry and patted the table, making the silver dessert stand jingle: "It's good to eat some, pick and choose! And the baguette is the soul of French bread, how dare you despise the baguette !"

"They're still very young, so it's normal for them to like sweet bread." Yu Chen comforted, "But I think the French also like croissants, but why is the baguette the only soul of French bread?"

Louis glanced at him, lowered his hands, and said word by word: "Because making a stick only needs flour, water and salt, but it can produce wonderful changes, and fill everyone's stomach with the simplest composition. And all French people Everyone has the right to a baguette, the best bread."

Yu Chen agreed: "The most simple and unpretentious, but indispensable. You are really a wise person."

"That's what my father taught me."

Yu Chen changed the topic: "However, you are also very accomplished in exquisite desserts. I think it is understandable to enjoy luxurious food on the basis of filling your stomach. Your desserts make people very happy. No matter Whether it was the macaron I ate for the first time, or the pancake bagel a few days ago, they were all as perfect as the dim sum in a Michelin restaurant, the only difference is that there is no gorgeous presentation.

"Have you considered adding some decorations to make your bread and cakes look worth the money and attract more guests?"

Louis frowned: "Those fancy things will not improve the quality of the pastry itself, it's just a gimmick, it's boring."

"But for consumers, sometimes gimmicks are necessary." Yu Chen cast his eyes on the flour on his jacket, "After all, people are preconceived creatures because of their appearance, and they are willing to sink their hearts to understand the connotation under the appearance of others The proportion of people is very small.”

Louis muffled: "I don't need it. As long as I insist on making my own bread, sooner or later someone will find it good."

Seeing his face getting more and more gloomy, Yu Chen changed the subject in a timely manner: "I have already discovered your good craftsmanship, but unfortunately, I didn't taste a single bite of those delicious-looking fruit tarts today. Let- Luke's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't even leave me a scum."

Louis concealed the truth that he had also destroyed a lot of fruit tarts, and said blankly: "There is nothing to regret, anyway, my shop is right next to it, so I can just buy it tomorrow."

Yu Chen sighed: "But the regret of not eating fruit tart today cannot be made up for by the satisfaction of eating it tomorrow. It seems that I can't sleep well tonight."

"Is it that serious?"

Yu Chen nodded with a face full of disappointment, and looked up after a while: "It's getting dark, it's already late. You have to go home and prepare dinner, I won't keep you here. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Louis stood up.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a round trace of flour left on the sofa he was sitting on. He suddenly felt guilty and patted the sofa with his hand: "You won't extort my cleaning fee, will you? I didn't mean it."

Yu Chen sighed for a long time, and waved to him: "I expected this to happen, please don't worry about it. See you tomorrow."

Louis stopped immediately and walked upstairs.Yu Chen was startled, and hurriedly called him: "Where are you going?"

"The balcony upstairs is connected, so I can go home directly from the balcony from here." Louis turned around, "The door of my store is locked, and I have to pull the roller shutter to go home from the main entrance, which is very troublesome."

Yu Chen hurried over, climbed the stairs first, and blocked his way: "No, the upstairs is the living area, it's my private space, you are not allowed to go up."

Louis smacked his tongue and said, "Do you have any shady secrets? A single man, what kind of private space does he have?"

Yu Chen's face turned red: "This is a basic human right."

Louis couldn't say no to him, then took a step back and raised his hands: "Forget it, I'll go through the store door. Tsk, this is still my house."

"Even if you are the landlord, you are not allowed to break into the house without permission. There is no such item in the contract we signed."

"I'm leaving, I wish you a good appetite for dinner." Louis quickly rubbed his soft hair, turned and walked towards the store door with long legs.Yu Chen complained softly behind his back: "You rubbed all the flour on my head."

Louis was so excited for some reason, he didn't respond to his little complaints, went straight to his back kitchen, and made himself a pot of seafood soup.

When it comes to his own food, he doesn't pay as much attention to the bread. He directly uses the concentrated fish soup and fish floss bought from the supermarket as the main ingredients, and puts it on the stove until it boils by itself.He put more thoughts on cooking the remaining apples. There are a lot of leftover fruits from making caramel apple pie today, and he doesn't plan to make apple desserts tomorrow. If they continue to sit, they will become stale.

While thinking about it, he let his disobedient hands peel and slice the apples, and soak them in light salt water.Put a frying pan on the free stove, sprinkle refined white sugar in the melted butter, wait for the sugar to melt slowly and turn into a transparent amber color, then put apple slices and excess butter into the sugar liquid and fry on low heat system.

Before he figured out why to fry caramel apples at dinner time, he had skillfully placed whiskey and cinnamon powder on them, turned the apple slices over and fried them until golden on both sides, and served them on the plate.

While arranging the plates slowly, he recalled Yu Chen's somewhat disappointed expression, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I made it because there were too many apples left." He muttered to himself, but no one answered, but the fish soup pot on the pot made a sound of puffing.

Louis turned off the stove, carried the caramel apples up to the second floor, walked out of the balcony and knocked on the balcony door next door.

The brand-new dark blue curtains completely blocked the scene inside the glass, and Yu Chen asked inside, "Who is it?"

Who else but Louis Legrand?Louie didn't bother to answer, and continued to knock on the door vigorously.

There was a noisy sound of objects tumbling in the room, Yu Chen leaned close to the door, and asked through the curtains: "Who is it? It's late, it's not working hours, and I don't have an appointment, so I won't open the door to see you."

"If you don't open the door, I'll go get the key." Louie growled, "I don't care about breaking and entering, you must open the door before my caramel apples go cold!"

"Mr. Legrand? It's not convenient for me to go out now. Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"I count down 1 minute. 60, 59, 58..."

"Wait a minute! I'll be right there!"

There was another ping-pong sound in the room. Louis finished counting loudly, took out the key, opened the balcony door, and pulled the curtains aside.

The young man in the room had disheveled hair, bangs hanging down to his eyes, and a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses, which made it impossible to see his facial features clearly.He was wearing a baggy striped pajamas on his upper body, and his lower body——

A pair of boxer briefs.

The legs are quite long.