My best friend my husband
Chaptre 70.Mother Asks for Grandchildren
La Paleteria was the first store of unusual Mexican artisan ice cream in Paris. It is a treasure worth a visit and is located on one of the hundreds of deserted streets in Marais.
The main concept of this place is the idea of making homemade ice cream without preservatives and dyes, made from fresh fruits and high-quality natural ingredients.
The wide variety of flavors and multi-colours of fruit and cream flavor are pleasing to the eye, and the names are like a poem: kiwi, red-orange, pineapple-mint, tangerine, passion fruit, passion fruit, acai berry, watermelon.
The most exotic are avocado, chestnut, strachiatella, macchiato with caramel.
There is also ice cream with a cocktail flavor of mojito, pina colada, and Brazilian caipirinhas, which is added to the original alcohol.
Each flavor can be poured with white or black chocolate and then sprinkled with pieces of biscuits or colorful M&M chocolate chips.
La Glacerie is better referred to as a pastry shop, because David Wesmael, the owner of this store, was the world champion of the patisserie in 2006.
Their shops are located in front of BHV Marais, department stores, and the centre of Pompidou (museum of contemporary and modern art). In this shop, there were about 10 chairs to eat and rest for a while.
As we can see, we can find ice cream and photogenic sorbets
with beautiful colors and shapes.
Every beautiful ice cream contains some flavor that is based on the French philosophy of cake beauty. In addition to this luxurious collection, they also have a good classic ice cream to take home.
If you like, you can have to try the mango-vanilla flavor that he considers a champion. The sweetness of the mango and the aroma of vanilla create an elegant and luxurious taste that should be referred to as an authentic French cake.
While we were walking while enjoying the ice cream that was running out, Alazka sent me a message that Mr. Kyen's future wife brought us to taste the most expensive ice cream here.
Dara was so happy, I was surprised by her who never stopped eating ice cream and asked for more.
Fortunately, Alazka changed the rupaih into French currency.
We followed the direction of the GPS showing to the palimg luxury restaurant.
Up there, we sat on a chair decorated with gold paint.
"I know your wife really likes ice cream. He did too" said Mr. Kyen to his future wife.
Before long, a few servants came. Means Mr. Kyen had already ordered the food ahead of our arrival, I thought.
There is: there is:
The Three Twins Ice Cream Sundae.
This very ordinary-looking Sundae is priced at 60,000 USD (Rp 869 million).
Frozen Haute Chocolate
This ice cream is made from twenty-eight types of chocolate, of which fourteen types are the most expensive chocolate in the world.
In addition to the topping there are 5 grams of twenty-three carat edible gold. The container is made of gold and decorated with 1 carat white diamonds. The price is 26,000 USD (Rp 362 million).
Arnaud Strawberries
The ice cream, priced at 9.8 million USD (Rp 142 billion), is made from Louisiana strawberries, Ceylon cinnamon and vanilla from Tahiti. What makes the price soar is a 24-carat gold sheet and a 10.6-carat blue diamond-edged ring that is very large in size. That's fantastic!
"Well, Thank you so much, Madame Bella, for taking us to Paris, and paying all the hotel and food bills too," I looked at her.
(Well, thank you so much, Miss Bella for taking us to Paris, and paying for all the hotel and food bills, too.)
"Thaank you again for taking the invitation. The program clock is at 7 in the evening, yes. You can enjoy," replied Mrs Bella as she looked at Dara's eyes with a shade.
(thank you for accepting the invitation. The show's at night at 7 p.m., yeah. You can enjoy the food tomorrow night.)
"Then we go to the hotel to worship first."
After saying goodbye, we walked to the hotel which was about 30 meters from the hotel. While touring earlier, we also walked to taste various flavors of ice cream.
Hotel room
Chequek.
Dara and I immediately cleaned up and got ready to pray dzuhur together.
"You want to go for another walk?" I looked at Dara who started crawling on the bed.
"Ah, not really. Tired, my legs ache," he said.
I smiled looking at Dara who was curled up under the blanket. He rested for a while after eating and praying.
While I call Fisya's mother through a video call.
"Hello, mother "my broom when the call is connected.
"Hello, have you had lunch? How's it working?"
"Heheh, we're in Paris, ma'am. One of the clients invited us here because he held a wedding reception here," I said.
"Gosh, why is it that you love him now."
I scratch the nape that does not itch, groggy want to explain what it looks like.
"Sorry, bun .Forgot."
I chuckle softly.
"What do you want your mom to bring?" I stared at the phone screen.
"Mother wants grandchildren."
My heart stopped beating.
My breath's choked.
The oxygen on earth disappeared and disappeared.
"Let's try Azlan, bun"
I smiled.
When I want to close the video call, I first walk in bed and point the phone screen towards Dara who is sleeping.
"Assalamualaik."
"Waalaikum salam."
I put the phone on the nightstand and looked back at Dara's cute baby-like face.
"Aigoo, dangsin-eun neomu gwiyeowoyo.oneul bam nae mogs-eul gieoghal su issseubnikka? Jang - aemul - eobsgileul balabnida. Jeodo eomeoniwa gat - eun saeng - gag - eulhabnida. Hajiman ijeon sageon - eulo yeojeonhi teulaumaleul bad - assgo tie naleul tteonan geos gatseubnida. Ijeon - ui silsuga banbog doelkka dulyeobseubnida. Yagsog halge."
I flicked her little nose and touched the tip of her pointy lips.
(you're so funny, my dear. Can I ask for my ration tonight? Hopefully there are no obstacles, yes. I think the same thing with my mom. But, I think you're still traumatized by the incident and left me again. I'm afraid, afraid if the mistake was repeated. I promised you.)
I don't know which wind makes my face close to her very charming face in my eyes.
'Geunyeoneun dangsin geos - ibnida. Naneun nae gwijungpum-eul gwanlihago ju-in-eul jeoldae noh-ajuji anhgessdago yagsoghaessseubnida. Naega ju-in-ibnida.' I speak in my heart.
"Geuleul chaj - eul ttaekkaji Dara - eul chaj - eusibsio. Cheobeol - eul junbihaibsio." I remembered my mother's words.
(He's yours, I promised to keep my valuables and never let go of their owners. I'm the owner.)
(Please find Dara bye, if not. Be prepared for your punishment.)
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Today I was really badmood. So, please appreciate my advantages and disadvantages.
