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The summer twilight has only come for a long time, it is already time to eat, the sky in the distance is still painted with red and yellow colors, the stools in the small shop have been moved to the small table, and there are still water marks on the floor, Wen Qing lifted out the garbage in the kitchen, and the figure behind the counter raised his eyes and commanded.

"Xiaoqing, you go first, I'll calculate this month's accounts before leaving. ”

"Okay, master, don't be too late, being hungry for too long is not good for your stomach. ”

The wooden door slowly closed, and the word of concern disappeared outside the door, Lou Qingyu had a smile on his lips, and his hands were tapping on the keyboard and computer, and the numbers were recorded by the girl in the ledger until the total amount of the last line was calculated.

Slowly exhaled, the girl took off the pure white baking clothes, put them in a cloth bag, and prepared to take them home to clean, at this time an old man slowly pushed open the wooden door, and the seventy or eighty-year-old woman was wearing a simple short-sleeved cotton coat, carefully looking at the environment of the small shop, "Young man, can you make birthday cakes in your store?"

"Yes, old man, which day do you want to order a cake?" Lou Qingyu handed over the exquisite and small picture album in the cabinet, although the birthday cake is not the main business of the shop, but the picture book has always been prepared, and it is a common cake style.

The old man casually flipped through the cake album, some gray eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she had encountered some major problems, until she turned to the last page, and her eyes fell fixedly on the words "accept customization".

Some of the dry lips moved, with a bit of tentative inquiry, "What is the smallest of your cakes?" There was a hint of nervousness and apprehension in his tone, and his gaze at Lou Qingyu was a little expectant.

"The smallest is 6 inches. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man's eyes were full of disappointment and discouragement, and he opened his mouth silently, but when he remembered the situation he had encountered today, the sadness spread from his heart and slowly appeared between his eyebrows.

However, Lou Qingyu's next sentence shocked her whole body, "Old man, what size cake do you want to make?"

"Guy, can you do it?" The old man was a little excited and held on to the table top, his eyes staring at the handsome "guy" in front of him, he looked so good, he couldn't deceive people!

Lou Qingyu nodded, pushed open the counter and helped the old man to the sofa, and showed her the atlas one by one, "The patterns on it can be made, or if you have any patterns you want to make here, I can also do it according to the above." ”

"Baby, can you make this cake so small?" The old man's tone was a little empty, and his rough fingers carefully compared the size of a cake, and the cake drawn out by the hands that were not too far apart was only about 3 inches of cake.

This size...

Lou Qingyu's dark eyes flashed with a touch of thought, and the straight lip line didn't seem to have any intention of opening, the old man didn't wait for an answer for a long time, and stood up a little discouraged, "Baby, if you can't do it, forget it." ”

"Mother-in-law, don't worry. The nice voice called the old man's pace at this time, "You can do it." ”

As if she couldn't believe it, the old man didn't dare to turn back for a while, for fear that his ears were bad and he heard it wrong, and when she heard Lou Qingyu ask when it was again, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and I don't know when, the mist slowly overflowed from her eye sockets, and it was quickly contained again.

The old man turned around and held the girl's hand, his voice was a little choked, "Guy, I thank you for my granddaughter, thank you very much!" he said, his back bent slightly, as if he wanted to bow and thank him, but fortunately, Lou Qingyu stopped him in time.

"Old man, you don't need to be such a guest, making a small cake is also a trivial matter. ”

However, the old man did not believe her words, she had experienced more than a dozen cake shops politely refusing her request, and she knew such a thing, the same craftsmanship and time, the cost of making a small cake was too expensive.

"You said you were thanking me for your granddaughter, what is the reason?"

At the mention of this, a trace of pain crossed the old man's eyes, "This cake is her first and last birthday cake." ”

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