The shopkeeper's blank look made Huangfulian a little unhappy, but he didn't show it.
"As for the pastries, I'll leave it to the shopkeeper." Huangfulian raised her voice.
"Ah!" The shopkeeper suddenly came back to his senses and felt rude. He quickly looked away and made a gesture of invitation, "It takes some time to make the pastry. If Mr. Wang... doesn't mind, please come to the old man's home and sit for a while."
Okay, have a cup of tea?"
As the shopkeeper spoke, he took a few steps and opened the door on the right side of the shop.
"Sorry to trouble you, old man." Huangfulian nodded, without refusing, and walked in with Jiang Nanyan in her arms.[
As the shopkeeper said, making pastries takes time, and there is no place for diners to rest outside the shop. Huangfulian was worried that Jiang Nanyan's legs would become sore if she stood for a long time, so she accepted the shopkeeper's invitation.
Before Jiang Nanyan could realize why the shopkeeper who was about to close the door suddenly said that he would make cakes for them, he was already sitting in the living room with the stove in the backyard.
The shopkeeper's house is not big, and there are many people in the family, so the place where pastries are made is on the right side of the living room.
After the shopkeeper made a pot of tea and explained the situation with some embarrassment, he started making pastries in front of Huangfulian and Jiang Nanyan.
No one spoke, and the living room was quiet. Except for the occasional sound of the shopkeeper mixing noodles, there was no sound at all.