Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 23

Vinson wanted to speak up but Arielle shot him a look before she replied with a meaningful smile, “Very well. Challenge accepted!” 

Shandie was momentarily taken aback but recovered quickly with a smirk. “Good! Let‘s do it. Right here, right now!” 

Cindy was not idling away in the gallery either as she went over to hash things out swiftly with the organizers, after which two coffee tables were moved onstage and equipped properly. 

Vinson looked a tad apprehensively at Arielle who remained silent throughout. 

Once the host saw that both of them are ready, he said, “Ladies, you may begin.” 

Shandie burst into action the moment his voice trailed off. 

The first step to creating latte art was, of course, to prepare the espresso which had to be hand–brewed by the participants themselves. 

The assiduous Shandie weighed up fifteen grams of coffee beans and fed them into the grinder with tremendous refinement. 

She was surprised to see Arielle appearing quite competent when she stole a glance over, as though the latter actually knew what she was doing 

raised the kettle to pour the boiling water in,

Pouring clockwise would allow for the filter to adhere better to the holder, and at the same time, eliminate the starchy taste from the paper and warm up the receptacle. The resultant would be a much more flavorful cuppa.

this coupled with her deft gestures that she knew how to make

country girl to know how to brew?

that she was not hallucinating, Shandie was completely

Arielle from the countryside?

stumped for some time before she pinched herself hard and turned her focus back

make coffee, will she be able to do latte

took a deep drawl in a bid to settle herself and resume her own

of water, after which an aromatic cup would

herself was already done, and dismissed Arielle‘s knowledge as

in response, the host communicated that they could both proceed

brewing, the latte art was the real litmus test.

art required the use of whole milk, and each person needed to conceive their

Shandie was first to speak, “My chosen theme

Arielle, she paused before replying staidly, “Mine will be: The Bloom of a Thousand Pear–Flowers Ushered Forth by the Night Breeze of Spring.”