Jiang Han sat on a sofa in the game room, holding a bag of desserts from the Drowned Corpse Tavern.
She quietly looked around. Seeing that no one had noticed, she silently snuck back another small box of Portuguese egg tarts.
Golden-yellow with a touch of black mixed in, they gave off an overflowing fragrance. The tart crust looked substantial, yet felt so delicately light against her fingertips.
Beside her, Miss Chu Yujun and Du Ningzhuang were chatting idly. They were behaving far more ladylike than usual.
Jiang Han maintained an elegant, hand-over-mouth smile, keeping the same ladylike posture as them.
She listened quietly for a while. When the two were not paying attention, she swallowed another egg tart in one bite, then finished an entire dessert box.
The exquisite desserts of the Drowned Corpse Tavern had an adorably brutal appearance, their insides stuffed full of cream, frosting, and flowing salted egg custard that thrilled the tongue! They were baked to perfection: a slightly hot crust paired with an icy, sweet filling—such a combination was impossible to resist!
Even all that cream was not cloying, thanks to a touch of sea salt for seasoning.
This was one of the finest desserts in the world. It was not complicated, nor did it inspire instant worship at first sight. It was simply a sweet dessert, without the slightest excess.
It even tasted better and was more ingenious than the egg tarts made by the club. If I had to rate it, this would absolutely rank third among all the desserts I've ever eaten! Making a simple dessert exceptionally delicious—that was the Drowned Corpse Tavern's specialty... The desserts at another cake shop, Dragon Lion Griffin Hall, were mostly flamboyant, but also incredibly delicious... Still, the club's offerings weren't bad either, a whole tier