And until the shop closed in the evening, the woman who said she would come back never showed up again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I thought that this matter would be turned over like this, but the next day, a post and a set of photos appeared on the Internet. Although the photo is a little blurry, I can't see the appearance of the people on it clearly, but the interior of the cake shop is still relatively clear, especially the last one, which shows the five-character signboard of Becky's cake shop. The landlord's post directly pointed out that there are food safety hazards in the cake shop, and the customers in the store have bad stomachs.

The post didn't attract much attention at first, but by the afternoon of the next day, the attention suddenly skyrocketed, and the following comments on the post also suddenly increased, and it suddenly attracted attention.

Almost all of these comments criticize the hygiene and safety of the cake shop, and also point out that the cake shop has a problem and so on, which has formed a wave of criticism on the Internet and is becoming more and more intense.

If it weren't for Yang An'an calling angrily and sending a link to Bei Xiaorou, she wouldn't have known about it at all, as she rarely surfs the Internet on weekdays.

From the point of view of photography, this set of photos should have been taken by a customer in the store at the time. And when she stared at the comments below, she understood the reason why the business in the store suddenly turned sluggish today, and the pedestrians passing by the door of the store pointed from time to time.

When Yang Anan and Pei Minghui rushed to the store after work from the company, they saw the opposite of the usual deserted state, and both of them had a look of anger on their faces.

Pei Minghui was indignantly scolding these netizens on the Internet who didn't know the reason and blindly followed the trend, while Yang Anan kept registering a trumpet, asking him to save his saliva and save his strength to leave a comment with her below, Qitu used this meager power to prevent the situation from developing in a worse direction.

Pei Minghui scolded dryly, picked up the water on the table and poured a big mouthful, and looked at his sister, who was always bowing her head and not knowing what she was pondering: "Sister, what are you thinking?" ”

Yang An'an, who was still struggling on the keyboard on the side, also raised his head and looked at her when he heard this.

Different from the anxiety of the two, Bei Xiaorou was very calm, she glanced at Yang An'an, and asked her not to waste her efforts in vain.

Yang Anan's hands were stunned, and he lowered his shoulders dejectedly.

They all understand that this is just a drop in the bucket and will not work at all.

The corners of Pei Xiaorou's lips lifted lightly, and she smiled comfortingly: "Okay, don't be sad." As long as you find the mother and daughter and let them come forward to clarify, isn't it? ”

As soon as her words fell, Yang Anan and Bei Minghui glanced at each other, and stood up in unison, Pei Minghui even patted the table excitedly: "Why am I so stupid, I didn't expect such a simple truth." ”

Yang Anan glanced at him and muttered that he was already stupid, which caused Pei Minghui to stare dissatisfied.

The water eyes looked at the excited appearance of the two with a smile, and then lowered their eyes, with a trace of sadness on their faces.

Although she said it lightly, but in the vast sea of people, how can you find two people who have no contact at all.

Because of this post on the Internet, the business of the cake shop has declined rapidly, and only a few regular customers come to visit, and sometimes they can't even make a single business in a day.

The popularity of the Internet has not decreased but increased, and some netizens have even complained on the official website of the Health Bureau, demanding a thorough investigation of the cake shop and a safe food environment for everyone.

I don't know if it was forced by strong public opinion, or because of food safety problems, people from the Health Bureau really came to the cake shop, first conducted a sampling inspection, and then ordered the store to close down for rectification before the inspection results came out.

Sending the health bureau and his party out of the store, Pei Xiaorou watched their car drive away, and then turned around and walked back to the store amid the words of the surrounding people.

The warm morning sun shines through the windows, contrasting with the deserted atmosphere of the store.

Bei Xiaorou exhaled lightly and spit out all the dullness that was pressed in her heart. Walking to the counter and taking out the key, she turned her steps to the door and locked the door, then turned and walked upstairs to her apartment.

After a while, she put on a thin coat and carried a bag on her shoulders and walked downstairs.

She thought that she could take advantage of the time when the cake shop was closed to go out to find the mother and daughter.

Pei Xiaorou used the most time-consuming and stupid method, she visited several nearby hospitals, holding photos of the mother and daughter, hoping to get the help of the hospital and find their traces, but unfortunately it was just a needle in a haystack and found nothing.

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Standing in front of the closed cake shop, Lei Ziqian frowned, with a deep thought in his eyes. He took out his mobile phone and just wanted to dial, but the proprietress of the store next to him who had just sent away the guests saw him and asked, "Are you here to find Miss Pei?" ”

The man's excellent appearance is memorable, and the proprietress remembers that he is the one who came to the rescue when the cake shop made trouble before.

Lei Ziqian turned his head to look at her, pursed his lips and nodded as an answer, and was just about to press the call button, when the proprietress made his next sentence pause: "Don't you know what happened in her store?" ”

With frowning brows, he put away his phone suddenly, and stepped forward: "What's the matter?" ”

The sudden sense of oppression on the man's body made the proprietress subconsciously take a step back, and then quickly said what was going on the Internet in his urgent gaze.

The folds between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and after the proprietress finished speaking, Lei Ziqian thanked him and turned to walk to the Maserati parked on the side of the road. Sitting in the back seat, he picked up the computer and opened it on his lap, and immediately searched for the post on the Internet.

A few blurry photos, an article taken out of context, it is impossible to see what the truth of the matter is. But when he saw the comments that followed, his brows tightened, and the light in his eyes grew colder and colder.

Closing the computer with a snap, the man stared ahead with dark eyes, his fingers on the computer cover tapped, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

After a while, he turned on the computer again, sent the link to the post to the assistant, and was just about to take the next step, when there was a sudden tapping sound on the car window, he turned his head to look at the familiar little face poking his head out of the window, and his dark eyes softened.

He opened the car door and stepped out, looked down at the woman in front of him, and found that she looked haggard, and couldn't help frowning, pursed his lips and walked towards the door of the cake shop without saying a word.

Bei Xiaorou, who had been looking up at him, couldn't understand why he looked unhappy. Seeing him stop in front of the store and turn his head slightly to look at herself, she hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door.

Dark eyes looked around the silent and deserted store, then walked straight to the counter, stopping in front of the water machine.

Pei Xiaorou thought that he wanted to drink water, and just wanted to pick up the water cup on the counter to pour water for him, but saw the man stretch out his big hand, took the water cup first, bent over to take the cup of hot water, and turned around and handed it to himself.