The caramel aroma wrapped up like a warm blanket as you step into the European iron gate. The robotic clock tower at the top of the red brick castle opened on time, and the chocolate pulp ran down the glass pipe, solidifying into a steaming note on the conveyor belt. The most dreamy is through the "chocolate time tunnel": the miniature scene of the 19th century British workshop awakened in the blue light, and when the touch sensor device, the mellow smell of cocoa suddenly spewed out of the vent. In the fourth floor experience room, my photo is being printed with a special biscuit box. The small steam train whistled through the rose garden when the oven "ding" sounded. When the music of the performance sounded, the dolls danced from the window of the clock tower, and the limited ice cream that was bitten at the moment melted on the tip of their tongues more than the snowdrops that fell.