This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After all, the restaurant is a public place, so Hermione didn't rest too long.

When the waiter came up quietly with the dessert for the second time, she had already sat up and leaned her head on Vincent's shoulder.

The dessert carefully prepared by the Hell's Kitchen God was a Pavlova cake with raspberry curd and chocolate-dipped strawberries as the main ingredients.

At the bottom was a thick layer of white cream, with dark red raspberry curd in the middle, and the bottom of the strawberries above was wrapped in solidified chocolate, and the surface was evenly sprinkled with chocolate and rose petals.

Hermione straightened up and looked at the light, romantic, and creative dessert in front of her.

She held the spoon motionlessly, as if she was a little reluctant.

Vincent scooped up a strawberry, "Come on, open your mouth."

His other hand was spread out at the bottom of the spoon, and he stretched the strawberry to Hermione's mouth.

She felt it was too sweet with just one bite.

"You should try it too." She scooped a strawberry with her spoon and passed it to Vincent's mouth.

It was not just sweet, but extremely sweet.

Hermione picked up the napkin and gently wiped the cream that accidentally stained the corner of his mouth.

Vincent looked at her extremely serious and focused face, and suddenly felt that the dessert he had just swallowed was not very sweet.

"What's wrong?" Hermione put down the napkin and blushed a little when he looked at her.

Vincent approached her, "I think you are sweeter than the dessert."

Hermione scooped up another strawberry with a shy face, "Really? Then you have to eat more."

Although the dessert was not large, it took the two of them half an hour to finish it.

It was 9:40 pm now.

Another table of guests on the second floor of the restaurant had finished their meal and left long ago, otherwise Hermione would not dare to feed the whole dessert to Vincent.

"Let's go back."

"Yeah."

While swiping the card on the first floor, Chef Gordon had just finished his work in the kitchen.

He took the initiative to greet them, "You two, are you satisfied with today's dinner?"

Vincent looked at Hermione, and she smiled sweetly into his eyes, "This should be the most unforgettable dinner in my life."

Compared to the taste of the food, it was obviously the people who made her more memorable.

Gordon covered his chest with some sadness, "Oh no - it seems that my cooking skills need to be improved."

Hermione knew he was joking.

Maybe because of her good mood, plus she drank some red wine, she actually made a rare joke:

"Chef Ramsay, I think your sense of humor is better than your cooking skills, what do you think?"

Gordon nodded with a smile, "Beautiful lady, I have always thought so."

He turned to Vincent and blinked suggestively, "Mr. Wayne, I won't bother you anymore, I wish you a pleasant night."

Hermione slightly loosened her arms around Vincent, and even her neck became red.

Gordon smiled apologetically as if he realized something.

Driving a sports car to the restaurant to have dinner with a beautiful lady, and spending so lavishly, he thought Vincent was the kind of playboy who was keen on picking up girls.

"Sorry, both of you, it seems that my eyesight needs to be improved more urgently."

Vincent nodded at him, indicating that he didn't need to care about his previous slip of the tongue, "Chef Ramsay, I hope to taste the food you cook next time.

We'll leave first, and I wish you a pleasant night."

"Thank you." Gordon watched the two leave the restaurant.

This innocent nobleman once again broke his inherent impression of him, knowing the ways of the world at such a young age.

"What an impressive pair of customers..."

Since Hermione got into the car, she became more nervous than before.

What do couples usually do after a romantic candlelight dinner?

Holding hands, taking a walk, chatting?

Please, they are no longer children.

But this progress is too fast...

Vincent saw all her nervousness and couldn't help but laugh softly.

"!!!" Hermione subconsciously became alert.

His laughter became louder, "What on earth are you thinking about?"

"I... I..."

Vincent stopped laughing, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he looked at her with a playful expression, "I know even if you don't say it."

He held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly reached out to her with the other hand.

Just when she closed her eyes nervously, he flicked her forehead with his fingers.

"Don't think about it anymore, Manchester is quite far from London, I have to concentrate on driving."

Hermione covered her forehead pitifully, "It's not my fault, it's all because of that Chef Ramsay..."

Vincent pretended to be angry, "It's just that, without a bit of vision, do I look like those vulgar people who drive sports cars and pick up girls everywhere?"

Hermione was amused by him and laughed.

In fact, Gordon was not wrong. If you want to blame someone, blame Vincent for acting too much like a playboy.

She could imagine him taking out his credit card as soon as he entered the restaurant, and then asking the lobby manager and the chef to prepare a candlelight dinner for him.

Vincent raised his voice slightly, "Do I look like him? Not really."

Hermione held her stomach and tried hard to hold back her laughter, "One thing, if you comb your hair, you will look more like Malfoy."

A blond foul-mouthed young master with no self-awareness?

Disgusting, so disgusting.

Vincent slowed down the car and pretended to be sick, "Combing your hair back too much will cause your hairline to move up. I will never wear this hairstyle in my life."

Hermione couldn't help laughing.

The nearly hour-long drive was filled with laughter.

Vincent parked the car outside Granger's house and thoughtfully unbuckled Hermione's seat belt.

"We're here."

"Yeah." She reluctantly watched him get out of the car and open the door for herself.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione shook her head and put her small hand on Vincent's extended hand.

She was satisfied with her first date with him, and it would have been even better if she could have stayed together longer.

Vincent returned to the car, holding the morning tulips, "Come in quickly, Uncle Chris and Aunt Jane should start to worry."

Hermione hugged it tightly and said, "Okay."

She took a few steps toward the door, then suddenly turned around and ran back.

Blushing, she stood on tiptoes and kissed Vincent gently on the face, "Thank you, I like everything you prepared for me today."

After saying that, she ran into the house without looking back.

Vincent, who was stunned in place, had not yet recovered from the soft touch on his face just now.

Hermione must be too bold to dare to do it in front of her own house...

Unprepared, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked up at the dark second floor of Granger's house.

When a light came on, he sat in the car.

Hermione, who was hiding by the window of the room, continued to gently slap her hot face with her little hands until the car was gone.

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