lake garden moon

Wednesday and Friday are Cookie Day.

In the morning, Kang Zhier sat in the breakfast room and confirmed with Suta the raw materials he would use today.

"Powdered sugar, cinnamon, dried blueberries..."

"By the way, matcha powder," he remembered, and added to the purchase list, "this must be bought."

After confirming the ingredients, Suta left the breakfast room.

After she left, Kang Zhier turned around and saw Elvis looking at him with a frank smile on his face.

"Look at what."

Kang Zhier muttered and lowered his gaze.

Elvis did not restrain himself, and thanked him a little deliberately: "Thank you Xiaozhi."

"Thank you," Kang Zhier pretended to be relaxed, poured milk into his coffee, and replied with a shrug, "Everyone in the family loves matcha and caramel biscuits."

Elvis nodded knowingly.

"Yes."

Elvis went to work after breakfast.From the window of his bedroom, Kangzhi saw his car driving quietly through the hedge and out of the garden.

After Elvis left, Conchier wrote his dissertation for a while.While resting and drinking water, an idea came to his mind, so he got up from behind the desk and hurried to the clothes room.

At almost ten in the morning, Kang Zhier walked into the spacious kitchen, just in time to meet the cook and Suta who were about to go shopping.

"Great, you haven't set off yet." He happily told the two of them.

"Xiaozhi," Suta looked at him and asked, "Is there anything you need us to buy?"

"No," Kang Zhier shook his head, and then answered her, "I'm here to go shopping with you."

"It's like this," Suta said thoughtfully, then tilted his head slightly, and said to him, "Then let's go."

The weather outside today is fine with excellent visibility.When the car was slowly going down the mountain road, Kang Zhier saw a few beams of sunlight passing through the woods quietly at the foot of the mountain.Behind the woods, the blue lake sparkled.

He hadn't gone out for a while, and missed the scenery outside.When feeling the cool air from the woods, the whole person becomes refreshed.

Soon, they arrived at the large supermarket where they purchased.

Entering the supermarket, the three decided to split up.The cook went to pick out fresh produce and vegetables, while Kang Zhier and Suta went to buy baking ingredients and fruits.

In the baking area, Kang Zhier stood in front of the shelves, carefully comparing each raw material, and he would not put them into the shopping cart until he found the ones he was satisfied with.

"Xiaozhi, it's a good thing you're here," Suta pushed the cart, and said beside him, "There are so many baking ingredients here, if I were to choose, it would probably take me a long time to choose."

"And I couldn't quite tell the difference," she recalls. "I bought the wrong almond flour last time. You asked for pure almond flour, and I bought something else."

"It's okay, I'm used to picking these."

Kang Zhier put the last box of matcha powder into the shopping cart, clapped his hands and said, "I've made my choice, let's go and see the fruit."

Suta immediately turned the car around.

"Walk--"

In the fruit area, the identities of the two changed.

Kang Zhier pushed the shopping cart and looked at Suta beside him seriously, picking and choosing fruits like a fruit expert.

"Suta, you are amazing." Kang Zhier looked at her sincerely and said, "There are so many fruits, I can't see the difference at all."

"Hee hee," Suta answered him with a smile, "this is what we speak from experience."

As she spoke, she put three boxes of bright red strawberries into the car.

"Did you take that much?" Kang Zhier was a little surprised.

"Yeah, the strawberries are fresh this morning," Suta nodded and said, "Although it's not in season and they are a bit small, this brand of strawberries are very sweet. The young master also likes this."

When Kang Zhier heard her mention Elvis, he blinked silently.Afterwards, he pretended not to care, and asked Suta casually: "Suta, Elvis, what does he like to eat on weekdays?"

When Suta heard this question, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"For fruit, the young master likes to eat berries, berries and the like. Tropical fruits are also fine."

"However," she changed the topic suddenly, "the smell is too strong."

"The same goes for vegetables," Suta recalled, "Young master doesn't like celery, nor does he like the taste of basil."

Kang Zhier silently digested the content of Suta's words in his heart, and at the same time searched for some memories of the meal with Elvis in his mind.

"Elvis loves fish, doesn't he?" he asked Soutar.

"Yes," Suta echoed, "The simplest method is to fry the fresh and tender fish, sprinkle with fine rose sea salt and black peppercorns, and finally squeeze some lemon juice."

"Well," this is a frequent visitor at the table, Kang Zhier nodded in agreement, "Elvis really likes this way of eating."

"Master's taste is quite light," Suta said while picking black currants. "He doesn't eat spicy and salty food, and he doesn't like dishes with a lot of sauce."

Kang Zhier had a deep memory of Elvis not being good at eating spicy food.

Ever since he was a child, every time Elvis accidentally ate something spicy, he would cough and his face would turn red.

After a while, they all bought their respective things and met in front of the cash register.

After paying the bill, on the way to the parking lot, Kang Zhier remembered that there was a very famous chain ice cream shop nearby, and planned to try it.

So they made a detour to the ice cream shop before heading home.

After arriving, the cook stayed in the car, and Kang Zhier and Suta went to the ice cream shop.

After a while, they bought the ice cream they were thinking of.

It was still some time before noon.In the shopping mall, many restaurants have put out their lunch menus one after another, and the crowds have gradually increased.

Because they also brought ice cream to the cook, they didn't stay long, and walked to the elevator after coming out of the ice cream shop.

The two stood in front of the elevator and waited patiently. It didn't take long for the elevator to come up.

When the elevator door opened, a person came out from inside.

When they met their gazes, all three present raised their eyes unexpectedly.

It was such a coincidence that they met Bojiali in the mall.

She wore a white braided dress today, with exquisite makeup, and her hair looked carefully taken care of, and she looked very elegant.

"Miss Kerry." Suta greeted Bojiali.

"Suta, Xiaozhi," Bojiali looked at them in surprise and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Sister Jiali," Kang Zhier showed her the ice cream in his hand, and told her, "We're going to the supermarket to buy something, and we stopped by to buy ice cream."

After finishing speaking, he asked Bojiali casually: "Sister Jiali, what are you doing in the mall? Shopping?"

"No."

Bo Jiali lowered his head and smiled lightly, gently brushing the hair behind his ears with his fingers, and the pearl earrings on the earlobes exuded a touch of softness under the light.

"I'm here for dinner." She told Kang Zhier.

"It's like this." Kang Zhier nodded understandingly.

Just then the second elevator came up.

Kang Zhier looked at Bo Jiali and smiled kindly at her.

"Sister Kerry, we are still in a hurry to go home for dinner. I won't waste your time, you have a good meal."

"Okay." Baijiali nodded.

After they walked into the elevator, they said goodbye in and out of the elevator until the elevator door closed.

When the elevator was going down, Suta couldn't help but tell Kang Zhier: "Miss Kerry is really well dressed today."

"Yes, she seems to be in a good mood."

Kang Zhier replied, licked the soft ice cream in his hand, and curled the corners of his mouth full of happiness.

There was a little delay on the road, and it was almost noon when they returned.

Kang Zhier looked at the time on the phone and thought to himself that Elvis should be home soon.

Just thinking about this, his cell phone rang suddenly.Kang Zhier looked down, and it was Elvis who called.

There are other people in the car.Kang Zhier sat in the back seat, adjusted his sitting posture, and then slowly answered the phone.

"Hey."

"Xiaozhi, I'm Elvis."

Every time Elvis called him, the opening remarks would be this sentence, and it was a bit solid when it was formal.

Kang Zhier restrained his smile, pretended to be very calm and agreed in a very easy-going way: "Yes, I know."

Then he asked Elvis, "What's the matter?"

"Xiaozhi, I'm calling," Elvis told him on the phone, "I want to tell you that I have something to do at noon, so I won't be going home for dinner."

The road ahead is just a ramp.When the car started to go downhill, Kang Zhier was out of the situation, he only felt light on the soles of his feet, as if he was stepping on cotton balls all the way behind, and his mood couldn't touch the ground.

He lowered his eyes and answered Elvis: "Understood."

"I'll go home early in the afternoon," Elvis paused, and said to him in a soft tone, "I don't want to miss today's afternoon tea."

Kang Zhier's smile spread silently on his cheeks.Immediately, he put away his smile again, and said indifferently: "I was thinking about making one less biscuit just now."

Elvis on the other end of the phone heard it, and repeated unhurriedly: "No, no."

Kang Zhier could even imagine that he was sitting in the office at this moment, shaking his head in a serious manner.

Afterwards, Kang Zhier leaned to one side, putting all the weight of his ear on the phone.

"Why not?" he asked muttering.

After some thinking, Yu Elvis answered him slowly: "Because, I am also a member of Lake Garden."

Through the mobile phone, his clean and gentle voice came from another place, and he said to Kang Zhier: "Xiaozhi, you have to treat everyone equally."

Kang Zhier held the phone, and suddenly found that Elvis' voice on the phone was quite nice.