Chapter 12
“Mmmm, these things are delish. Like little pieces of heaven,” Ming said with exaggerated enthusiasm, l*****g a smear of chocolate off her lips. Poised in her hand was a half-eaten, strawberry-choc custard tart. It had all been her brilliant idea. After Max mentioned the one baking challenge he hadn’t minded losing against me, she’d insisted I make batches of them to sell this week . “Max has made these with me before, but yours are definitely better. The original!”
“Hey, no eating on duty,” I said, but I chuckled at her contented smile.
She proceeded to dust her hands over the bin and then covered the tray of tarts with a clear glass dome lid. “This will be a big hit with all our customers. You could open your own shop and only sell these tarts, and I’d come every day, your
