As soon as I placed the croissant in my mouth, it melted in a heavenly sweetness and I couldn't help but close my eyes and melt along with it.
This... This is definitely worth dying for.
But then I suddenly slammed the fork on the table, startling the owner and causing Min-Cheol to furrow his eyebrows like something was wrong.
"You..." I said, my eyes turning serious. "Are you sure you wanna stay as the owner of this place?"
To them, my words might've sounded like I was discontent, and this caused the owner to feel intimidated.
At a glance, you could see how much time and effort he put into making these. He was so good at his job, and proud of it too, but no matter how proud he was, he knew he had to bend his back and bow his head to whom he had to bow his head to, if he wanted to run this establishment smoothly and without a hitch.
"I... I don't understand." He said, his grip on his arm tightening by the second. "Is the croissant not to your liking, sir?"
