Perfunctory

Coincidentally, the dessert shop was selling French desserts the next day. Although the patissier was not a native of Shangxia, he was very fluent in its language so there was no barrier in communication.

Upon hearing Lin Xiaowan's request, he smiled, revealing the wrinkles on his forehead, as he asked, "Sure. When do I have to be there?"

Lin Xiaowan had asked about this yesterday. The party was on Friday night the week after next. If the patissier agreed to go, the shop would have to close early in the afternoon. However, she did not mind it.

Lin Xiaowan texted Zhu Yingyue, asking if she could borrow the patissier for a day.

[Zhu Yingyue: Do whatever you want. You can make decisions yourself. Just let me know about it.]

Zhu Yingyue was also very easygoing.

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The patissier from Lin Xiaowan's shop was not the only one who was hired. After all, it was a huge banquet, and they would need a lot of desserts.