主廚親自出來為客人講解今天特別菜的內容

主廚親自出來為客人講解今天特別菜的內容

結果 (英文) 1:

The chef came out to explain the contents of special dishes for guests today

結果 (英文) 2:

Almost Perfect Chapter 22: Who Am I

"What's wrong with my princess?" Draco whispered softly on Hermione's neck. He could see the soft Goosebumps forming along her porcelain skin when he did; making him aware on how much his warm breath amongst the coolness of the night affected her.

It was one of the things he loved about her, about them.

He'd known almost everything about her; that little tremble of her lips whenever she was trying not to cry or if she was worried of something, the way she would play or fidget with anything around her, usually her dress, whenever she felt uneasy and shy. Whenever she was excited, her eyes would always light up, forming into these beautiful globes he loved so much. She would wrinkle her nose or pout her lips whenever she was thinking or seeing something she was very curious of. He loved how her cheeks would turn into soft pink petals whenever she was angry or just really shy, the way she would bite her lower lip, making it even rosier, more kissable.

He'd known almost everything about her. How could he not when his very system was programmed to always seek her and be enthralled by her mere presence?

This was one of the reasons why he had snatched her away from the chaotic and harried gathering happening inside the manor. He knew he just needed to when it was obvious she wasn't okay with all the attention given to her.

He couldn't blame the crowd. Her beauty had been like a magnet, spellbindingly pulling every attention of the people around her.

But he knew she was also very uncomfortable in there. The endless questions and praises had been too much, he knew he just needed to pull her with him and get away from everything.

Now they were alone outside. He had them sit on the garden's timeless looking wooden swing, with mortise and tenon joinery and a beautiful pergola top for support. He had pulled Hermione with him to sit on his lap, encircling his arms around her tiny waist and resting his head at the crook of her neck, the little tendrils of hair from her loose updo tickling his cheek in the process.

The evening sky and the reflected lights from the inside were causing modest shimmers on her red taffeta, chiffon and tulle gown. The silky fabric felt like oil on his hands. He liked touching them, he liked touching her.

結果 (英文) 3:

The chef came out to explain the special for the guests