A Culinary Romance

eaking loudly," the old gentleman began, his tone gentle

ment before nodding, her

restaurant in Wangfujing Street. It's the reason why I came here from Guangzhou, where I was setting up another soup kitchen. I came to check it out and also promote h

ed opportunity. A job at an authentic Italian restaurant in

rimming with gratitude. "I would be honored to hav

nce. They exchanged contact details, and Li Yan learned the old man's name. Mr. Fernando Rocco's kindness

o would introduce her to his nephew, opening the door to potential employment at the authentic Italian restaurant. With a newfound

y the charm of the bustling street outside. Seating herself on a park bench nearby, she w

nse of excitement tinged with nervousness. Mr. Fernandes greeted her with a warm

histication and traditional charm. Soft, warm lighting bathed the space in

leaming under the soft light. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceil

ritage. A faint aroma of herbs and spices lingered in the air, tantalizing the senses and whetting the appetite. Despi

a del Cuore, she felt her pulse quicken with anticip

With every step he took, he exuded an aura of effortless elegance and charm. His name, Au

his presence commanding attention from all who beheld him. His emerald-green eyes sparkl

to his ethereal beauty. And as he extended his hand in greeti

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't help but feel that she had stumbled upon s

ess of the man before her. "You are so good-looking," she blurted

her spine. It was sexy and sensual, almost making her feel intoxicated with desire. She foun

asked his uncle Fernandes, his eyes spark

p kitchen, Li Yan," Mr. Fernand

oughts. "Well, isn't she a beauty," he thought to himself, his expression remaining composed as h

inkling eyes and dimpled smile. Mr. Fernandes, accustomed to this kind of reaction, simply chuckled to himself. H

ttled into their seats, he reached for a bottle of mineral water on the table and offered it to her. The cool to