After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Doubts spread like wildfire throughout the banquet hall.

"What do you mean? Why serve a floral arrangement instead of the main dessert? Are we supposed to eat the flower petals?"

"Isn't this a bit too perfunctory? At least bring out a mousse or a macaron. Bringing out a whole flower instead, do you really think we're here to pretend to be cultured and eat vegetarian food?"

When Zhang Cuihua, who was sitting at the sixth table, saw this scene, she was first stunned, and then her eyes suddenly burst with uncontrollable schadenfreude.

She was just looking for an opportunity to belittle the hotel to show off her "high taste"!

She just made a big fuss about how this dessert must be just another French cupcake, but they didn't even serve the cupcakes, they just served a flower!

"Oh my god! That's hilarious!"

Zhang Cuihua raised her voice, pointed at the "peony" on the plate, and shouted without any restraint, as if afraid that the wealthy ladies at the table wouldn't hear her:

"Mrs. Li, Mrs. Wang, look at this! I told you! The kitchen for these large banquets is just a shoddy assembly line!"

"I guess the kitchen was leaderless and couldn't make any desserts, so they just went to the hotel's back garden, cut a peony flower, and threw it on the plate to make up the numbers!"

"This whole elaborate setup, I thought it was some kind of divine feast, but it turns out it's just about feeding us grass? Is this the Grand Hyatt's top-tier standard? This is so shabby, they really don't treat us VIPs with any respect!"

Zhang Cuihua's voice sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet banquet hall.

This time, although the ladies at the table were somewhat disgusted by her rudeness, they did not utter a word of rebuttal.

Because they also felt somewhat offended.

Who are they? They are the families of business tycoons worth hundreds of millions and socialite heiresses! At a top-level charity gala, the last dessert served was just a random flower that you could buy anywhere on the street?

This is utterly absurd!

At the main table, Zhao Hongming heard the whispers around him, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He was also the first to see this flower, and his mind went blank for a moment, almost causing him to have an attack on the spot.

"What on earth is that brat Tianyi up to?! Is he really trying to fool us with flowers?!"

Zhao Hongming clenched his fists under the table, his palms covered in cold sweat.

However, just as the guests' doubts and dissatisfaction were about to reach their peak, and some were even about to wave for the lobby manager to come and hold them accountable.

A faint yet peculiar aura quietly spread through the air.

This aura, however, rippled like a tangible substance, slowly and steadily spreading throughout the banquet hall as the fifty heat insulation covers were lifted.

At first, no one noticed.

But only two or three seconds passed.

Sitting next to Zhang Cuihua, Mrs. Li, who was frowning and about to push her plate away, suddenly twitched her nostrils slightly.

"etc……"

She instinctively took a deep breath.

This isn't the kind of floral fragrance that smells like grass and earth.

Instead, it's a... extremely elegant, yet otherworldly sweet fragrance!

That's the pure milky aroma left by the top-grade snowflake lard after being refined through countless processes, mixed with the unique slightly sour fruity aroma of roselle, and the dense and lingering sweetness of the finest red beans inside!

These three flavors intertwine perfectly, creating an indescribable "refined elegance".

It's like a gentle early summer breeze blowing across a lotus pond, flowing through your nose and reaching your heart and lungs.

Just one second!

The greasy feeling from Mrs. Li's recent high-protein and high-fat meal miraculously vanished! An indescribable sense of refreshment welled up in her stomach!

"This...this doesn't smell like real flowers!"

Mrs. Li suddenly sat up straight, and involuntarily lowered her head, bringing her face close to the plate of "peony flowers".

The moment she saw the details of the petals, her beautiful eyes, adorned with exquisite eye makeup, suddenly narrowed to the extreme!

"Oh my God!"

Mrs. Li screamed, her voice completely distorted by extreme shock:

"Look! These don't look like real flowers!!"

Mrs. Li's shout immediately drew everyone's attention back to the plates.

All the socialites and ladies in the hall who heard this immediately lowered their heads and moved closer to their plates.

A wealthy woman sitting at the next table, upon hearing this, also picked up a silver fork and carefully fiddled with the delicate petals.

"This looks like... puff pastry!"

These words caused a huge stir!

"What... puff pastry?"

"Puff pastry?! How could this be puff pastry?!"

Zhang Cuihua's shrill voice rang out first. She stiffened her neck, her face full of disbelief, and even reached out to poke the flower in her plate.

"These are clearly real flowers! Don't be fooled by this hotel's tricks, I think this is..."

"Shut up!"

Su Ming slapped her hand away, his face already looking rather grim.

Although he didn't know anything about food, he sensed the strange change in the atmosphere around him.

The wealthy women who had just been echoing Zhang Cuihua now seemed to be possessed, staring intently at the plate in front of them, not even blinking.

"My God...this really isn't a flower, it's a pastry!"

Mrs. Li's voice trembled as she held a small silver spoon in her hand and gently touched the outermost pink petal.

"Click."

A very faint, yet chillingly sharp cracking sound rang out.

The thin slice, which originally looked as delicate as a real flower petal, shattered instantly like a thin, brittle snowflake when touched by the silver spoon, revealing layers of fine, honeycomb-like flaky texture inside!

"It really has a flaky crust! And... it's filled inside!"

Another socialite exclaimed in surprise as her knife and fork had already cut into the center of the peony.

"It's red bean paste! This sweet and refreshing taste...it's red bean paste!"

boom--!

This caused an uproar throughout the banquet hall.

"Making dough into a peony?! How is that even possible?!"

"How many layers of pastry must this have had? The petals are so thin they're almost translucent, how could they possibly stay so lifelike after being fried in oil without falling apart?!"

"It's so realistic! If I hadn't seen it break apart with my own eyes, I would never have believed it was a dessert!"

"A divine skill! Absolutely divine skill, a work of art beyond compare!"

Those wealthy and famous people who were just questioning the Grand Hyatt Hotel's shoddy work and even preparing to file complaints are now all getting restless.

Looking at the dessert in front of them, which was like a work of art, their dissatisfaction and contempt had long been thrown to the winds, replaced by extreme shock and fervor!

on the main table.