Who is knocking on my window?

Who's tickling the strings?

Memories of the joyous scene

Slowly came to my mind......

The melodious and soothing singing of the old-fashioned vinyl record player also fills the whole bakery with warmth.

The small cakes baked until golden brown were taken out of the oven, and the sweet fragrance on the face made the female shopkeeper wearing heat-insulated gloves can't help but move her index fingers, and she resisted the idea of doing it immediately, and arranged the small cakes one by one with wooden tongs, so she carefully pinched one with two fingers, jumped on the high stool and began to taste it.

Jingle Bell ......

The door was pushed open from the outside, and in came a neat old Chinese man in a white shirt, floral trousers, slippers, and silver hair, who glanced at the female shopkeeper sitting behind the cupboard and laughed. "Are you stealing again?"

"What, as a cake chef, shouldn't you taste your own creations?"

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

The Chinese old man smiled, his tone was calm, his eyes were warm, and the female shopkeeper was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had really hidden the cake that she had taken two bites behind her, wrinkled her nose abruptly, put her hand behind her back on the counter and complained. "Uncle Zhang, what do you want to buy?"

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

Skillfully packing, skillfully collecting money, skillfully handing over, when the sound of the jingle bell no longer echoed, the female shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest a little embarrassed, and watched the old Chinese man carrying the paper bag cross the street and walk into the seafood restaurant with a particularly good business across the street, and the corners of her lips slowly rose.

This is Brisbane, Australia.

To the north is Australia's Sunshine Coast, to the south is Australia's famous gold coast city, although the city is the third largest in Australia, but the number of Chinese is still a little small, the shops on this Chinatown are not many, so since she moved over, the seafood restaurant Uncle will come to patronize every morning, I heard that this is also one of the ways for Chinese Australians to help each other.

The shopkeeper glanced at the wall clock hanging on the door, it was a quarter past nine, and from now on she could have an hour of leisure, and the cakes and tarts in the cupboard were enough to sell until the evening, and the afternoon time could be used to daze, and of course to try out new varieties.

Took out a thick baking book from the bottom of the cabinet, the first dozen or so varieties, as long as you know the words, you can get it, and the more you go on, the more complicated, if you need to rely on the production of this bakery to survive locally, every day is just selling cakes and tarts, presumably this bakery will close sooner or later, right?

The female shopkeeper thought so, but she still didn't have the interest to try how to launch a new variety, she also knew that this was a 'lazy cancer' again, but the problem was that there were endless deposits in the bank, which made her have no desire to work hard, just just lazily lying on the counter looking out at the sun-drenched street, listening to the soothing songs repeated on the vinyl record player, just let the day flow slowly, and wait until five o'clock after closing the store and returning home, after dinner, you can curl up your legs, Wrapped in a thick blanket, continue to enjoy adrenaline-pumping romance and horror movies in the attic......

Hesitation, tangle, trade-offs......

The day passed slowly.

When the time was approaching closing, the homeless men of the female shopkeeper were waiting outside on time, she checked the display case, and knew that today's turnover might not be enough to pay the store's utility bills, so she sighed helplessly and waved to the homeless people who were carrying huge paper bags and were ready, signaling that they could come in.

The homeless people who poured into the bakery carefully stuffed the cakes and egg tarts handed by the female shopkeeper into paper bags, and thanked the female shopkeeper with a smile on their faces.

The old Chinese man in the seafood restaurant saw this scene through the window of his restaurant, shook his head with a wry smile, and thought to himself that she was a silly girl who opened a store for her dreams, what is certain is that she has no talent for opening a store, no talent for baking, and no concept of wealth, the only thing that is uncertain is that she has been persisting for half a year, I don't know how long she can lose? I hope not to cry at the end of the eyes are red and swollen, and leave with bags on her back......

Lights out, doors closed, roller shutters dropped, the female owner did not know that the old Chinese man at the seafood restaurant was worried about her, she walked to the supermarket, bought everything she needed for dinner, and with a pilgrimage mood, returned to the house two blocks away from the bakery, tied her apron barefoot, and began to work with dinner.

Approaching seven o'clock, the kitchen was sprinkled with the afterglow of the setting sun, and the female shopkeeper saw a seventy percent new pickup truck parked on the side of the road, and the man who got out of the car wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, cautiously scanned the surrounding environment, and then strode into the house.

"I washed my hands and eaten! I made a French soup and grilled a fish, and I didn't buy the tomatoes from the supermarket because I didn't ......think they were fresh."

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

"Huh, what?" the shopkeeper froze.

Long Bobo said. "The guy at the station called me, and someone was asking about your old photos......

Boom......

The French soup that fell on the floor was smashed, and the chopped mushrooms and thick soup burst out, and some even fell on the woman's instep, making a trace of pain appear on her face, but she didn't seem to feel the general scream. "How, how is that possible? I—Didn't we get rid of it a long time ago?"

Long Baibo pursed his lips, glanced at the old pickup truck parked outside, and sighed. "That underground plastic surgery hospital in Chiang Mai has been closed, otherwise there shouldn't be a ...... of people looking for us here"

"Aaron, this is already the seventh city we have changed, do we have to hide in Tibet like this in our lives?"

"Xinxin, this result is something we have thought of a long time ago, to be able to stay here for so long, I said a few days ago that I was lucky......"

Picking up the rubber band on the dining table, Mu Xinxin pulled away her long hair, turned her face to look at the house where she had lived for more than half a year, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go......"