"How did you come."

Mrs. Isabel was operating those complicated tools while pouring flour paste into the round molds to make small cakes.

But her expression was still so happy, and the smile with the corners of her mouth slightly raised was very sweet and gentle.

"Come and see Isabel. Do you need any help? Let me help." Droste rolled up his sleeves, found a slightly yellow apron and put it on.

"Then I would like to thank the young shop owner first." Mrs. Isabel smiled sweetly, then pointed to the tools beside her and asked him to help.

The two of them got busy and their efficiency in making dessert cakes was greatly improved.

"Is that the elf lady's spouse? Why is it a human boy?" Passerby A, who was having a meal, said to Passerby B with some regret.

Passerby B shook his head and replied, "I don't know. Just focus on eating. Miss Elf is beautiful and you can't touch her, but you are the one who actually eats the dessert."

"So beautiful!"

"Really delicious!"

The two of them suddenly sighed in unison.

Hearing that not only these passers-by, but also other people were talking about the sweetness between her and Droste, Mrs. Isabel couldn't help but smile, feeling sweet in her heart.

The two were busy with things in the store, and only occasionally their eyes met. The tenderness and sweetness in their eyes seemed to overflow.

Mrs. Isabel's gentle eyes, long trembling eyelashes, beautiful face, and slightly parted rosy lips. From time to time, she would use the cream pot in her hand to decorate the dessert, and Drost could not help but be moved.

If there is an elf lady like this who makes desserts gently and virtuously every day, likes to squeeze pure white cream, and wears a white, thin and transparent gauze skirt, what time will you go home?

Droste asked himself a soul-searching question, and the answer was very obvious.

It wasn't until all the customers left that the entire dessert shop closed.

Droste watched the last customer leave, and only himself and Mrs. Isabel were left in the dessert shop. He walked slowly to Mrs. Isabel's side as if he was familiar with the place, put his arms around her tight waist, and rested his chin on Mrs. Isabel's shoulder.

"Stop making trouble, little shop owner. Finish your work as soon as possible and go home." The hot air he exhaled swirled around Mrs. Isabel's ears. Although the breath was not particularly hot, it made Mrs. Isabel feel numb all over and her heart itchy.

"No, Mrs. Isabel, the food here is too sweet. I can't help but secretly eat some dessert." Droste slowly stretched out his hand, soothing Mrs. Isabel's heart, and the troublesome apron fell to the ground with a flick.

"No way...Droste is just a joke..." Mrs. Isabel said softly with a sticky nasal sound while she cleaned up the tools on the table.

The cream machine, egg beater, wash basin, and various utensils were all ready to be put away, but the little shop owner was playing mischief here, causing her fingers holding the tools to tremble slightly.

"No, this place smells really sweet."

Droste's fingertips hooked the corner of Mrs. Isabel's clothes, and then finally touched that flawless skin. The white and tender skin was like jade, with the aroma of wheat from the dessert shop.

"Hmm... um..." Mrs. Isabel suddenly tensed her steps, her body trembled slightly, and she made a soft "um" sound.

"That's just the smell of wheat...cheese or something, not me..." Mrs. Isabel tried to defend herself, but was powerless to refute under Droste's fingers.

Mrs. Isabel put her legs together, supported her body and tried to get close to Droste, then she became excited and took the initiative to fight back, subduing Droste.

"Small shop owner...I'm going to fight back."

"Oh? You want to fight back. How are you going to fight back?" Droste was slightly stunned and asked with a smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Isabel turned around and kissed Droste's lips tightly without stopping. Within a few minutes, Mrs. Isabel took over Droste.

Mrs. Isabel shook her hair, her face looked a little crazy, totally unlike the gentle Mrs. Isabel. Her face was flushed with shame and anger, and there was a hint of triumph in her smile, and her watery peach eyes were already soaked with mist.

A sense of contrast came from Mrs. Isabel, and Drost couldn't help but be curious. What exactly was Mrs. Isabel like with these two attributes? How did they blend together?

"Ugh...Droste!"

"Yes, I'm here, Isabel, what's the matter?"

"No...nothing!"

Looking at the slightly flying hair in front of him, filled with a faint golden color, Droste could only endure silently.

The collision between the two people's hearts is still happening, with turbulent emotions and surging love that is difficult to suppress.

……

The sign light of Isa's Handmade Desserts and Cakes was still on, but the house was quiet and dark, and no one had cleaned up the tables and chairs, which were still messy.

The desk further inside was also a mess, and it felt like I had just cleaned up halfway but was interrupted.

Occasionally, passers-by, or even those who have tasted food in this store, would take a look inside and then shake their heads with some regret.

"Why is it closed?"

I don't know how much time had passed, but the lights in Isa's Handmade Dessert Cake Shop suddenly lit up, and Mrs. Isabel, with a blushing face and sweating profusely, stood up with the help of the bar, but her tight and plump legs were trembling slightly.

But no one is curious about this for now, because only Droste can enjoy such a beautiful view.

The graceful elf figure, the sweet and gentle words, the elegant temperament, everything was enjoyed by Droste.

A young man in fine clothes and riding a vigorous horse, who doesn’t know the rent collector?
"Shopkeeper, help me up..."

Mrs. Isabel's plump legs were trembling and she could hardly use any strength. Droste hurried to support her.

"Thank you for your hard work, Isabel. Why are you working so hard? Don't exhaust yourself." Droste smiled slightly, but the tone of his voice was clearly a mockery towards Mrs. Isabel.

"Hmph, this is to punish the small shop owner..." Mrs. Isabel's eyes dodged for a moment, then she mustered up the courage to look directly into Droste's smiling eyes, like a lake.

"Okay, I accept the punishment. Isabel is the best." Droste smiled and raised his hands to express surrender.

"Hmph, you're smart. Now... pack up your things! Look at the mess on the floor." Isabel said angrily. She was so old, but she still acted like a girl. (End of this chapter)