"I need 10 of these adorable little things for my daughter to eat."
Gabriel said with a smile to Wang Fan, "Last time I bought her candied hawthorn sticks, she was absolutely crazy about them. I really don't know what I would do to cheer her up if you stopped selling your food here."
He was a Paris policeman, tall and handsome, looking more like a runway model than a cop.
Upon hearing the translation from Gu Zhengchao, Wang Fan smiled and packed 10 cream fritters to hand over to him: "Someone must have filmed my cooking process, you can try making them for her yourself in the future, the process is not complicated."
Gabriel shrugged and said, "I guess that's my only option, let's hope I don't turn my kitchen into a disaster."
Holding a brown oil paper bag containing 10 cream fritters, Gabriel turned around and got into his police car. It was said that the security near his home was bad lately, so he definitely needed to patrol the area at this time.
