Silver Bottle

Time passed quickly.

After lunch, the cook Paula carried a plate of freshly made candied hawthorns to the table and said respectfully:

"Master Gilan, these are the 'candied hawthorns' you ordered. Please have a taste."

"Mm, thank you for your hard work," Gilan said with a smile.

He glanced at the seven or eight neatly stacked skewers of candied hawthorns on the plate. Their color was bright and glossy red, giving off a fresh, cloyingly sweet fragrance.

Gilan picked up a skewer and took a bite, putting an entire hawthorn into his mouth before biting down—

Crack.

For a moment, the dining room was quiet.

The cook, the maid, the bodyguards, the old butler Charles, and the female secretary Lainis at his side all stared unblinkingly at the blond young man.

None of them had ever seen such a "peculiar" dessert before, and they were quite curious.

Gilan chewed the candied hawthorn. The cloying sweetness of the sugar coating blended with the tartness of the hawthorn, bursting into a long-lost flavor.

"Delicious," he praised with a smile.

Then he picked up another skewer and handed it to Lainis, gesturing for her to take it.

"Try it."

"Yes, sir!" Lainis was somewhat flattered as she carefully took a bite as well.

Soon, her delicate brows rose.

The flavor in her mouth could not be called especially exquisite, but it was certainly novel.

"It's very tasty, sir," Lainis said.

"Then have some more. There's plenty left in the kitchen."

Gilan chuckled.

Then he made a gesture and called out:

"Old Charles."

The butler, who had been standing not far from the table, hurried over and bowed.

"Yes, young master."

"Have the cook bring some more and share them with everyone... Also, unless something urgent comes up this afternoon, there's no need to