Chapter 128 [Apply Butter] Middle and Lower

There's a little bit of itchiness, but more of a different feeling.

Mrs. Isabel pursed her lips tightly. Her body became more sensitive under Droste's touch and her breathing became more and more rapid.

“Hoo…Haaa…Hoo hoo…”

"The little... the little shop owner is very talented..."

A few moans came out of her nose, and Mrs. Isabel's moist peach blossom eyes reflected Droste's handsome face.

As if she had finally made up her mind, Mrs. Isabel opened her eyes and looked at the white cake mold in the store.

Under the warm orange light, the cake seems to be glowing white.

"Well...this..."

Mrs. Isabel's face was red as if it were bleeding, and white steam seemed to be coming out of her head.

It’s really… so… so embarrassing…

"Not satisfied...? Yes... Indeed, there are some areas that can be improved. Isabel is really attentive."

In fact, Droste was very satisfied with making the cake, but his work needed some other embellishments.

So he took out a few cans of cream of different colors from the side, and then took out a few delicious strawberries, orange segments, or grapes, with water droplets on them that had just been washed.

Just casually embellish this painting.

The bright red of the strawberries and the pure white of the cream form a sharp contrast, further highlighting the whiteness and delicacy of the cream.

Each embellishment Droste made seemed to add life to the painting, making it more vivid and real.

Droste felt that his life realm seemed to have been sublimated, and now he had great attainments in art.

If you open Droste's panel now, you will also see a top-level artist talent.

Thinking this, Droste squeezed some whipped cream onto the cake.

In fact, Droste still wants to be a novelist, but it seems that he is actually quite accomplished in making cakes and can work part-time as a baker.

I usually come to work after class.

"Is this on... on the cake?"

Mrs. Isabel asked knowingly, biting her tongue, trying to clear her confused mind.

She saw that the cake had already been smeared with cream and was going to be decorated with fruits. It was really...

Where did the little shop owner learn this bad idea...!
"Yes, this must be for making cakes, and how can we use only white paint? We need to add some other paints."

As Droste spoke, he placed a strawberry that he had just picked from the suburbs next to the strawberries. The pointed tip of the strawberry was very tempting.

"And it needs to be embellished..."

As he spoke, Droste leaned over, dipped his finger in the whipped cream and tasted it. It was indeed quite delicious, with a light sweetness that was not particularly greasy.

"Hmm...Hmm..."

Isabel immediately raised her neck, breathing rapidly, and uttered a few moans.

Is this what it feels like to learn baking? Knowledge surges in my mind.

Her eyes were full of confusion and anticipation, as if she was waiting for Droste's next move.

It has to be said that Droste's ability in making strawberry cake is so amazing that Mrs. Isabel immediately praised him.

"Hmm... this cream is so sweet..."

At the workbench in the dessert shop, Droste licked his lips and let out a sigh.

"It's delicious! It has a very sweet taste. I really like it."

Drost nodded and continued to add whipped cream on the strawberries.

The strawberry tips are pointed and bright red. Such a cake must be delicious. No wonder Mrs. Isabel's dessert shop is doing so good business. It's really good.

Drost praised Mrs. Isabel's craftsmanship in his heart and felt happy with himself.

Not bad yourself, Mr. Artist Drost.

Then he took a step back and looked under the cake.

Mrs. Isabel, who had kept her legs together because of nervousness, had already lost track of how much she blushed, and her body was already hot and dizzy.

There was an oven on the workbench, and the heat made her feel pleasant and sticky with sweat.

"Isabelle, this is a good place for painting, right?"

While Droste was asking for Mrs. Isabel's opinion, his fingertips actually slid down gently and landed on the piece of cake that was cut into a triangle.

Gently using a knife to cut through the obstacle in front of Droste, the blank cake was revealed. The flat land, with a slightly raised arc, looked very smooth and well-proportioned.

"Isabelle, this place is really clean. I thought there would be more dirty things."

Droste reached out and gently touched the translucent white cake.

Really smooth, no hint of obstruction really.

Just like a silver tiger, its whole body is soft and white.

"Well……"

Mrs. Isabel was really embarrassed to be stared at by him, especially in this strange posture.

"Because... the elves... are all like this... no one is different."

Mrs. Isabel mumbled a few words, trying to block her gaze with her hand, but she didn't want to block Droste's inquisitive and curious gaze. She was really conflicted.

"Shopkeeper... do you like this?"

"Ah, I'm a little curious."

Droste rubbed his head with a faint smile on his face.

"I thought this kind of thing would match the hair color..."

"I'm quite curious about what the light gold color looks like..." As he spoke, Droste gently painted on the white cake. This time, he wanted to paint a pure white animal.

"It turns out that I didn't expect that such a thing doesn't exist in Isabel. It's a pity."

"It's clean, so nice."

Gently dip your fingers in the cream and paint a majestic silver tiger stroke by stroke.

The silver mane is very intimidating.

"Uh-huh……"

The gentle touch of the fingers made Mrs. Isabel feel a little overwhelmed. Her thoughts were in a mess and her breathing was rapid.

There were times when Mrs. Isabel wanted to seize the painting finger and make the strong, direct movements for him.

Wouldn’t it be better to twist it hard?

Why do you have to do it stroke by stroke?

It's totally stirring up my emotions!

Mrs. Isabel, who was already sensitive, was already feeling very excited by this feather-like touch.

"What's the matter, Isabel...?"

Perhaps he felt Mrs. Isabel's deep affection and strong emotions.

Droste asked knowingly, with a squinting expression on his face. His fingertips gently slid to the edge of the cake, pressing down on the uneven surface.

This cake was indeed very well made.

"Are you ready? This is..."

"um, yes……"

The fingers' movements also became rough. If the painting just now was gentle, it contained the painter's own emotions.

Now, it's the illegal pigments that are more crazy. It's as if he's using up every last bit of his strength to paint.

With this kind of reaction, Mrs. Isabel was almost going crazy. This kind of emotion surging like a tide made it really difficult for her to adapt. She wanted to burst out with her greatest enthusiasm to accept it.

Awesome, this painting!

The sensitive body twisted slowly, the legs trembled slightly, and the movements were slightly stiff.

"Isabelle."

"Hmm...? I'm..."

Droste slowly unwrapped another brush and dipped the larger one into the paint.

"I changed my paintbrush."

"Yeah...I...can do it."

Mrs. Isabel looked at the paintbrush with excitement and anticipation, looking forward to what kind of painting it would create.

“Come on, it’s creative time!”

Droste took up his pen and stepped forward, bringing with him a feeling of relief that made Mrs. Isabel extremely depressed, and then slowly exhaled.

　I got caught in the last chapter, I'll go to work on Monday
　　
　
(End of this chapter)