Chapter 55: The Bakery

Unlike a café, a bakery is open much earlier in the morning – but it closes much earlier, so there's not much difference between the actual opening hours. It can be regarded as a blessing of this time difference, so that Zhao Mian, who came to play an outpost early in the morning while the café had not yet opened, was not unable to use proper means to carry out the next action because of the gap in work and rest time.

Furukawa Bakery - In every sense of the word, it's just an ordinary bakery. But in such an ordinary bakery, there are two not ordinary characters.

Zhao Mian had come to this place in search of strength, and before he arrived at this ordinary bakery, he had already seen many familiar things—streets that had not become ruins in a fantasy world, parks that were not so dilapidated or still very new, and many things that were familiar in a fantasy world. If the fantasy of the actual girl really used to be a person in the past, then this place should be where she lived, yes, the girl who has no memory of that time, but still instinctively remembers all this, if it is not to get along day and night, how can it be deeply engraved into the other side of the soul.

Letting go of his emotion, Zhao Mian approached the bakery step by step, but before he got close to the bakery, two life signals that had been in close contact had already broken into his perception range. A man and a woman, the man of which is undoubtedly Okazaki.

Zhao Mian raised his head and looked at the second floor of the bakery, which should be the home of the owner of the bakery, and the two people who had met him were among them, and the two of them were accompanied by a woman in her thirties, and the last man was busy sorting out the shelves in the bakery.

He hesitated a little between whether he should go into the bakery now to investigate, or wait for the two of them to go to school, but quickly realized that he didn't have much time to hesitate Zhao Mian sighed slightly, and then went straight through the not wide road and pushed open the very ordinary glass door.

"Jingle bells. The sound of Zhao Mian's café sounded with the sound of him pushing the door, and this voice reminded the man who was putting the bread on the shelf one by one, and he put the bread in his hand on the shelf casually, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Mian.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, it's really early. A rather nonchalant voice rang out. This is a man with red hair, judging from the other party's face, in fact, he is not very old, maybe only in his thirties, he is holding an unlit cigarette, the slightly wrinkled cigarette shows that he has been tortured, but this also shows that this man is serious about this job. The red-haired man looked at Zhao Mian and was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his hair with his left hand that was not wearing gloves, and said, "Eh, it's actually a guest I haven't seen before, is it a new move?"

"I'm not a native, but I've been here for two years. Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows and said. He looked left and right, as if he were picking out the bread he was interested in, and in a short time figured out the structure of the house - a completely ordinary house, without any strange forces mixed with it, although the first floor had been converted into a bakery, and the whole house looked a little incongruous, but there were no more problems in it. So he turned his head and chatted with the other party in a homely tone, "But although I can't say that I am a newcomer, it is indeed the first time in two years that I have come here, and I usually move around my home on the other side of the shopping street." ”

"Well, the shopping street, that's a bit of a distance. The man nodded, and began to put the bread on the shelves again, "But what's the matter with coming here so early? ”

"I learned something by chance, so I came over curiously to take a look. Zhao Mian said with a smile.

"Is that so?" the man pouted, then picked up a loaf of bread and threw it in the direction of Zhao Mian, "Come, then, it will be the first meeting gift." ”

"This is your commodity, isn't it?" Although it was thrown a little crookedly, Zhao Mian, who was quick-eyed, still grabbed the bread when it flew past him, and he looked at the bread in his hand that had been somewhat deformed helplessly-this was no longer possible to put it on the shelves as a commodity again. He sighed helplessly, and then said, "If you don't get it, I'll pay." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. But the red-haired man just shook his head indifferently, then took off his gloves and clapped his hands, "I don't know why, but the one I threw to you is indeed baked over, maybe it was baked more yesterday, I see that there are still some in the kitchen." If you bake so much, you're sure to sell the leftovers, so your one will be a welcome gift. ”

In that case, it would be better to be respectful than to obey your fate. Zhao Mian shrugged his shoulders, then brought the bread he had pinched in his hand to his mouth, and then took a bite.

"Ah, uncle, last night Aunt Sanae said that she suddenly had an inspiration, so she baked a stove of bread while you were watching TV, so if you find an extra part...... Eh, Manager Zhao, why are you here?" At the moment when Zhao Mian's teeth touched the bread, Okazaki appeared from the top of the stairs, and he said something that sounded too trivial to Zhao Mian as he walked down, "Ah, is that ......?"

"Little ghost, what are you talking about?!!!" The red-haired man's exclamation rang out at this moment.

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

What kind of flavor is that...... Frowning, Zhao Mian chewed the bread in his mouth little by little. The first thing that appeared in his mouth was the softer crust, and the crunchy dry mouth that was baked just right filled his mouth, but normal things ended here, and the ordinary appearance deceived everyone's eyes, including Zhao Mian, who thought it was just an ordinary bean paste bread. What followed in his mouth was a slightly oily cream - and for some reason a few walnut kernels mixed in between, these two things were mixed together, giving Zhao Mian a strong stimulation of chewing, and the slightly bitter walnut kernels and greasy cream created a hell of the mouth. But this is still not the end, when Zhao Mian endured the inexplicable taste brought to him by the cream and walnut kernels, a piece of something with some toughness suddenly attacked his tongue, from that thing, the subtle sourness and astringency and excessive sweetness suddenly hit Zhao Mian's taste nerves, and the strong stimulation almost paralyzed his mouth in an instant. With an inexplicable feeling, he continued to chew the slimy food in his mouth, while lowering his head, looking at the bread that had disappeared in his hand, what was revealed from the gap was the whole of this bread, except for the bread on the outside, which was basically nothing to be picky about, the cream mixed with a little walnut kernel inside did make people look like they didn't have much appetite, but what attracted Zhao Mian's attention more was not the walnut kernel, but another thing- Zhao Mian also hoped that his judgment was wrong at this moment, but this is undoubtedly impossible, if that thing is really not wrong, then its corresponding name in his brain should be orange peel. That's right, it's orange peel, orange peel, and it's not simply orange peel, but it's pickled orange peel, and the maker obviously spent a lot of effort on it, not only cutting this thing into filaments one by one, but also using saccharin and other things to prepare the material, and marinating it, perhaps to cover up the astringency of the orange peel and leave the fragrance of orange peel, but obviously this attempt was very unsuccessful.

"How do you feel, then—guest?" asked the red-haired man cautiously.

"If you have any strange feelings, please don't mind saying it directly!" Okazaki, who had just come to the first floor on the side, also looked at Zhao Mian cautiously with his clothes, and then persuaded.

"Peace of mind, I have no problem. After chewing it, Zhao Mian, who swallowed the contents of his mouth, replied, "It's just that this bread is a little difficult to chew." However, it has to be said that while there is some innovation in adding orange peel for the sake of its aroma, it is a mistake to marinate it and add it to the bread filling. Rather than doing this, I think it's a good idea to dry the orange peel and then beat it into a powder, and then sprinkle it evenly on the surface of the bread with other spices when baking. He paused, as if considering his own words, and after a few seconds continued to speak. In addition, I don't think it's wise to put the walnuts in the cream without treatment, because this will not only mask the taste of the walnuts themselves, but also seriously affect the taste, if it is for the taste of the two together, I recommend mixing the walnuts with the same amount of cream, so that the taste of the walnuts will be lost, but the taste of the two will be preserved to the greatest extent. ”

The bakery fell silent for a while, and after Zhao Mian took another bite of the bread in his hand, the red-haired man asked, "Hey, little ghost, did you write down the recipe just now?"

"Nope. Uncle, what about you?" Okazaki looked at Zhao Mian and shook his head in a daze.

"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 let out a dream-like sigh.