Who is knocking on my window

Who is pulling the strings

The joyful scene in memory

It slowly came to my mind...

The singing sounds floating from the old-fashioned vinyl record player are melodious and soothing, and also make the entire bakery full of warmth.

The small cake that was baked until golden was taken out of the oven. The sweet fragrance that came to her face made the female shop owner wearing thermal insulation gloves activate her index finger. She resisted the idea of ​​taking action immediately, and arranged the small cakes one by one with wooden clips. Then she carefully pinched one with two fingers, jumped onto the high stool and started to taste.

Dingling...

The store door was pushed open from outside, and the old Chinese man in a white shirt, flowery shorts, slippers, and neatly carved with silver hair. He glanced at the female owner sitting behind the cabinet and smiled. "Are you stealing food again?"

"What, as a cake maker, shouldn't you taste your own work?"

"Then why do you have to subconsciously hide the cake behind you when the guests come?"

The old Chinese man smiled, his tone was calm and his eyes were warm. The female shop owner was stunned for a moment and realized that she had indeed hidden the cake she had bitten two bites behind her. She wrinkled her nose in a slap, put her hand behind her back on the counter again and complained. "Brother Zhang, what do you want to buy?"

"It's the same, four cakes, one egg tart..."

She skillfully packed, collected money skillfully, and handed over it skillfully. When the sound of dinging no longer echoed, the female owner breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest with a little embarrassed, watching the old Chinese man carrying a paper bag cross the street and walked into the seafood restaurant with a particularly good business across the street, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

This is Brisbane, Australia.

To the north is Australia's sunshine coast, and to the south is Australia's famous Golden Coast City, the holy land of tourist attractions. Although this city is the third largest in Australia, the number of Chinese people is still a little small. There are not many shops on this Chinese street, so since she moved here, Zhang Bo from the seafood restaurant will come here every morning. I heard that this is also one of the ways for Chinese people in Australia to help each other.

The female shop owner glanced at the wall clock hanging from the door. It was nine o'clock. From now on, she could have an hour of leisure time. The cakes and egg tarts in the cupboard were enough to sell until the evening, and the afternoon time could be used to daydream, and of course it could also be used to try new varieties.

Take out a thick baking book from the bottom of the cabinet. The first ten varieties can be done by just knowing the words, and the more complicated it is. If you need to rely on the production of this baking house to survive locally and sell cakes and egg tarts every day, I guess this baking house will close sooner or later, right?

The female shop owner thought about it, but she still couldn't get interested in trying to launch new varieties. She also knew that this was "lazy cancer" again, but the problem was that there was not much money in the bank, which made her unable to have the desire to work hard. She just wanted to lie lazily on the counter and look at the sunny street outside, listening to the soothing songs repeated in the vinyl disc record player, so that the day would flow slowly. After closing the store at five o'clock, I went home, and after dinner, I could curl up my legs and wrap myself in a thick blanket in the attic to continue to appreciate the romance and horror films that could suddenly increase adrenaline...

Hesitation, entanglement, weighing...

The day passed slowly.

When the time was approaching the closing, the female owners waited outside in a very punctual manner. After checking the display cabinet, she knew that the turnover today might not be enough to pay the store's water and electricity bill. She sighed helplessly and waved to the homeless people who were ready to go in, indicating that they could come in.

The homeless men who flocked into the baking shop carefully stuffed the cake handed over by the female owner and the egg tarts into paper bags. They all thanked the female owner with a smile on their faces, came out one after another, and left together.

The old Chinese man in a seafood restaurant saw this scene through the window of his own restaurant, shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that he was another silly girl who opened a store for his dream. What is certain is that she did not open a store, did not have the talent for baking, and had no idea about wealth. The only uncertain thing is that she has been persisting for half a year. I don’t know how long she can lose? I hope that she won’t cry in the end and her eyes were swollen, and she left sadly with her bags on her back...

The lights were turned off, the door was closed, and the rolling shutter door was down. The female owner didn't know that the old Chinese man in the seafood restaurant was worried about her. She walked to the supermarket and bought everything she needed for dinner. With a pilgrimage-like mood, she returned to the house two streets outside the baking house, tied her apron barefoot and started to work on dinner.

As it was nearly seven o'clock, the kitchen was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun. The female shop owner saw a 70% new pickup truck parked on the side of the road. The man who got out of the car wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, carefully scanned the surrounding environment, and then walked into the house with great strides.

"Wash your hands and have a meal! I made French soup and roasted a fish. I thought the tomatoes in the supermarket were not very fresh, so I didn't buy them..."

Facing the woman who came out of the kitchen and greeted her, Long Baibo took off the baseball cap and hesitated. "Xinxin, we need to leave soon..."

"Ah? What?" The female shop owner was stunned.

Long Baibo said. "The person from the station called me, and someone was asking for your previous photos..."

Bang...

The French soup that fell on the floor smashed it into pieces. The chopped mushrooms and thick soup splashed, and some even fell on the woman's instep, causing a slight pain to appear on her face, but she didn't seem to feel it. "What, how is that possible? I, haven't we been thrown away long ago?"

Long Baibo pursed his lips, glanced at the old pickup truck parked outside and sighed. "The underground plastic surgery hospital in Chiang Mai has been sealed off, otherwise the people who are looking for us shouldn't have appeared here..."

"Along, this is the seventh city we have changed. Do we have to hide in this way in our lives?"

"Xinxin, we have thought of this result for a long time. I said I was lucky a few days ago..."

He picked up the rubber band on the dining table, and Mu Xinxin put her long loose hair together, turned her face and looked at the house that she had lived in for more than half a year, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "Then let's go..."
Chapter completed!