Chapter 55 Bakery

Unlike cafes, the business hours of the bakery are a lot in the morning - but the corresponding closing time is also a lot in the morning, so there is actually not much difference in actual business hours between the two. It is also considered to be a blessing from this time difference, which makes Zhao Mian, who came to make a foresight in the early morning while the cafe has not yet started to open business, was not unable to use legitimate means to carry out the next action due to the difference in work and rest time.

Fukukawa Bakery - from any perspective, this is just an ordinary bakery. However, there are two extraordinary people in such an ordinary bakery.

Zhao Mian came to this place following the trajectory of power. Before arriving at this ordinary bakery, he had already seen many familiar things - streets that have not become ruins in the fantasy world, not so dilapidated or very new parks, and many things that seem familiar in the fantasy world. If the girl who is a fantasy actually was a human being in the past, then this place should be the place where she lives. The girl who has no memories of that time still instinctively remembers all this. If she had not been together day and night, how could she be deeply engraved into the other end of her soul?

After letting go of his feelings, Zhao Mian approached the bakery step by step. However, before he got close to the bakery, two life signals that had been close to him had already entered his perception range. One man and one woman, among which the man was undoubtedly Okazaki.

Although I had imagined such an expansion, I didn't expect it to hit the mark? Zhao Mian looked up at the second floor of the bakery. It should be the home of the owner of the bakery. The two people he had met were there, and there was also a woman in her thirties who was with them, and the last man was busy sorting out the shelves in the bakery.

I was a little surprised to see if I went to the bakery now, or wait for the two of them to go to school, and then hesitated for a while, but soon realized that I didn't have much time to hesitate, Zhao Mian sighed slightly, then walked straight through the not-wide road and pushed open the very ordinary glass door.

"Dingling." Just like Zhao Mian's cafe, the sound sounded as he pushed the door. The sound reminded the man who was putting bread on the shelves one by one. He casually put the bread in his hand on the shelves, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Mian.

"Ah, welcome, the guests came very early." A rather careless voice rang out. This was a man with red hair. Judging from the other person's appearance, he was not very old, and perhaps only in his thirties. He held a cigarette that had not been lit. The slightly wrinkled cigarette showed that he had suffered a certain amount of torture, but this also showed the man's seriousness in this job from the side. The man with red hair looked at Zhao Mian for a moment, and then rubbed his hair with his left hand that he did not wear gloves, and said, "Hey, he is a guest he has never seen before. Did he come here?" There was no strange meaning and no intention. It was like he was chatting about home, the red-haired man said lightly.

"Although I'm not a native native, I've been moving in for two years." Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows and said. He looked around and found out the structure of the house in a short time - a completely ordinary house, without any strange power mixed in it. Although the first floor was converted into a bakery, the whole house looked a bit uncoordinated, but there were no more problems in it. So he turned around and chatted with the other party in a home-style tone. "But although it's not a new one, it's indeed the first time in the past two years. He usually moves around his home on the other side of the store street."

"Well, the shop street, that's really a distance." The man nodded and started putting the bread on the shelves again. "But is there anything wrong with coming here so early? There seems to be no event here recently."

"I learned something by chance, so I came over and took a look." Zhao Mian said with a smile.

"Is that true?" The man curled his lips, then picked up a loaf of bread and threw it towards Zhao Mian. "Come on, then, let's take it as the first meeting."

"This is something that is your product, isn't it good?" Although he threw it a little tiltedly, Zhao Mian, who was quick-witted, still grabbed the bread when it flew past him. He held the bread helplessly and looked at the bread that had been deformed in his hand. This was impossible to put it on the shelves as a product. He sighed helplessly, and then said, "I will pay if I don't have any merits."

"It's okay." But the red-haired man just shook his head indifferently, then took off his gloves and clapped his hands. "Although I don't know why, the one I threw for you is indeed baked more. Maybe it was an extra bake yesterday. I saw that there was still some in the kitchen. If you bake so much, you will definitely sell the rest, so your one is just a gift."

"If this is the case, it's better to obey your destiny than respect." Zhao Mian shrugged, then delivered the bread he had pinched in his hand to his mouth, and then bit it down.

"Ah, uncle, last night Aunt Saemi said that she suddenly had inspiration, so she baked a stove of bread while you were watching TV, so if you found that there was an extra part... Oh, Manager Zhao? Why are you here?" Just as Zhao Mian's teeth touched the bread, Okazaki appeared from the stairs. He walked down while saying some words that sounded too trivial to Zhao Mian, "Ah, is that..."

"Little kid, what did you say?!!!" The scream of the red-haired man rang out at this moment.

Zhao Mian chewed off a quarter of the bread in one bite.

What kind of smell is it? Frowning tightly, Zhao Mian chewed the bread in his mouth little by little. The first thing that appeared in the mouth was the softer crust, the roasted crispy and dry mouth filled his mouth, but normal things ended here. The ordinary appearance deceived everyone's eyes, including Zhao Mian who thought it was just an ordinary bean paste bread. Then what appeared in the mouth was the slightly oily butter-and some sporadic walnut kernels mixed in some way. These two things were mixed together.

, which gave Zhao Mian a strong stimulation. The slightly bitter walnut kernel and greasy cream formed a hell of the mouth. But this was still not the end. When Zhao Mian endured the inexplicable taste brought to him by the cream and walnut kernel, a somewhat tough thing suddenly attacked his mouth. From that thing, the subtle sourness and excessive sweetness suddenly hit Zhao Mian's taste nerves. The strong stimulation almost made his mouth numb. With an inexplicable feeling, he continued to chew the sticky taste in his mouth.

The food, while lowering his head, looked at the bread that had disappeared in his hand. From the gap, it showed all of this bread. Except for the bread that was basically nothing to be picky about, the inside of the butter of walnut kernels does make people look less appetite. However, it was not the walnut kernels that attracted Zhao Mian's attention, but another thing - Zhao Mian also hoped that his judgment would be wrong at this moment, but this was undoubtedly impossible. If that thing was true

If there is no error, then the corresponding name in his brain should be orange peel. Yes, it is orange peel, the skin of the orange, and it is not a simple orange peel, but the orange peel after being pickled. The maker obviously spent a lot of effort on it. He not only cut the thing into silky shapes, but also used saccharin and other things to marinate the ingredients, perhaps to cover up the astringent smell of the orange peel and leave the fragrance of the orange peel, but it was obvious that this attempt was very failed.

"That-customer, how do you feel?" the red-haired man asked carefully.

"If you have any strange feelings, please don't mind saying it directly!" Okazaki, who had just arrived on the first floor, also looked at Zhao Mian with her clothes and carefully, and then advised.

"Safe, I have no problem." Zhao Mian, who swallowed the things in his mouth after chewing for the sake of the fragrance of orange peel, answered, "It's just that this bread is a bit difficult to chew. But I have to say that although adding orange peel for the sake of the fragrance of orange peel is a bit innovative, marinating it and adding it to the filling of bread is a wrong choice. Compared to this behavior, I think it's a good choice to dry the orange peel and then powder it, and then sprinkle it evenly on the surface of the bread with other spices when baking."

After a pause, it seemed as if he was considering his own words. After a few seconds, he continued to speak, "In addition, I don't think it is wise to put walnut kernels directly into the cream without processing. Doing so will not only cover up the taste of the walnut itself, but will also seriously affect the taste. If it is for the taste of the two, I would recommend smashing the walnuts and mixing them with an equal amount of cream. In this way, although the taste of the walnut kernels will lose the taste of the walnut kernels, it will retain the taste of both to the maximum extent."

The bakery fell into silence for a moment. After Zhao Mian took another bite of the bread in his hand, the red-haired man asked, "Hey, little kid, have you written down the recipe just now?"

"No. Where are you, uncle?" Okazaki looked at Zhao Mian and shook his head blankly.

"Ah, what a great man." But the red-haired man did not respond to his words, but looked at Zhao Mian, who was still eating the bread in his hand, and sighed like a dream.
Chapter completed!