Chapter 14 — Unforgettable Taste

The baby took a bite and smiled from ear to ear. To Niem also laughed. That smile... Luc Chinh is so familiar. In the past, when she made cakes at home, she would sometimes smile like that — a very pure, very satisfied smile that belongs to a worker. At that time, he never thought it was anything special. Only now do I understand... it was probably the most precious thing he had ever seen. The crowd gradually dispersed. At lunchtime, To Niem took off his apron and prepared to eat with Co Dien and his colleagues. Stepping out the door, she suddenly stopped. It feels like... someone is looking at me. She turned her head. His eyes glanced to the other side of the street. Behind the glass of a milk tea shop, a man bowed his head. To Niem looked for two seconds. She recognized that gray coat. It's Luc Chinh. She withdrew her eyes and continued walking. Co Dien noticed her pause: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

The two words are as light as dust covering the surface of flour. She didn't turn back. When Luc Chinh looked up, To Niem was already far away. He saw her getting into the car. Co Dien opened the door for her. She said something before sitting in, Co Dien laughed. The car door closed. The car left. Luc Chinh stood in the milk tea shop, the coffee cup in his hand was distorted. Finally, he understood something. To Niem doesn't hate him. What's scarier than hatred — is that she... has completely stopped caring about him. After Niem Chi Vi's round C capital was disbursed, all of To Niem's plans were implemented simultaneously. During the graduation ceremony of the first class of the baking school, eighty students all passed the test. Thirty-two people chose to join the franchise. Fifteen people opened their own shops. The remainder are assigned to working branches. To Niem stood on the podium, looking at the people who had studied with her for three months. Someone is crying. A nineteen year old rural girl stood up:

"Miss To, my mother called me to go home to get married. I said I had to open a bakery first. She said I was crazy. I said... if Miss To can do it, then I can do it too."

The whole hall clapped loudly. To Niem smiled and said very softly:

“I will do it.”

Graduation ceremony photos were posted online, creating a wave of searches.

“The first course of the Niem Chi Vi baking school ended, founder To Niem directly taught for three months.”

Top comments:

“I wonder if the ex-husband will regret it when he sees this scene.”

Right below is an answer:

“No, it must be worth it.”

Luc Chinh read it. He did not object. Because… his intestines were really broken into pieces. Two months later. Luc Chinh made a decision. He used the money from selling the Porsche and the remainder after selling the house, a total of one million two hundred thousand yuan, to rent a small space in the old town. He wants to open a bakery. Not because it's easy to make money. But because he wanted to know... how To Niem's five years were lived. He started learning from kneading dough. The first week, the cake was as hard as bricks. Second week, finally edible — but bland. The third week, he understood the meaning of "fermentation". Powder does not deceive people. If you rush, it will collapse. To Niem is right. Baking requires patience. Being human... is the same. He was too impatient. Eager to make money. Eager to prove myself. Eager to find someone "matched". Then he lost the only person who had walked with him through the dark days best. A month later, his bakery opened. No brand. No franchise. The shop's name is handwritten with a brush —

“Nhat Lo” — the first batch of cakes.

Start again from zero. Every day I wake up at four o'clock in the morning. Finally, he understood... what To Niem did for five years. In the first month, more than thirty loaves were sold every day. Income is about four thousand yuan. Even lower than her six thousand years ago. He did not feel embarrassed. He feels... this is the path I should take. To Niem did not know that he opened the shop. Her schedule is packed — Expanding after round C. Enrollment for the second course. Brand upgrade. Restructuring the supply chain. And there's one more thing - Co Dien officially confessed his love. Right at the old restaurant, the average price was eighty yuan per person in Hangzhou. It was where they first met. He did not call her General To. This was the first time... he called her directly by name.

"I want to tell you something. It has nothing to do with investing."

To Niem put down his chopsticks and looked at him.