Run a Bakery In Another World

Today, the most valuable thing about the Pat’s family is their oven. This oven is probably more expensive and delicate than the cost of the palace. Sanner stayed at Pat’s house for two days and rebuilt the oven with Cook. A certain transformation, the bottom is still used for firewood, but the inside has been transformed into four layers, the top is a stable 150 degrees, the temperature at the bottom reaches a stable 220 degrees, and the middle of each layer is hollowed out. Hole, different layers have different temperatures. Sanna painted complex magic patterns on the periphery of the oven, and each layer also had a corresponding magic circle. In the future, as long as the magic sand gully is used once a year, the function of this oven can be guaranteed for a long time.

Not to mention Dorado, the entire Beauville, and even the entire continent of Pulau do not have such a luxurious and complicated oven.

In order to thank Sanna, they made two ovens of bread, one of which was taken away by Sanna.

"Choose a good day and we can open the business." When Cook said this, he even trembled with excitement.

"Sunday this week?" Hanni suggested on the side. Every Sunday is a good day. Although Hanni is not planning to go to the temple of the Bright Church to pray on the weekend, she still likes it.

Sheila was stunned when she heard the happy discussion of her parents. The busyness of the past few days made her forget to worry about Orser for the time being, but now the bakery matters have stabilized, and her heart began to panic thinking about whether he would have an accident. .

"Let's wait for Orser to come back." Sheila's non-emotional voice cooled Hanni and Cooke's mood.

Cook was a little worried, "More than a week has passed, Oser should be back."

Cook and Hanni didn't know what Osser was doing. Osser just told them that he was going to find something with his friends, but they didn't tell Cook and Hanni what it was. Cook has always felt that Oser is very capable, and there should be no problem with safety. Now it has exceeded the time Oser said, and he is also beginning to worry.

"Yeah." Sheila replied absent-mindedly, without telling her parents where Oser was. Cook and Hanni didn't know that she had gone to the forest to experience it. It would be nothing more than talking about what Oser went to in Nirvana Gorge.

"Dad, let me find out if Osser is back." Sheila said as she took off her little apron and put down her ball-shaped hair.

"You have to change your clothes first, see if your clothes are covered with wheat flour." Hanni started nagging watching Sheila taking care of herself in a mess.

"Okay, okay." Sheila responded, went back to the room and changed her clothes, wore two big braids, and washed her face before going out.

In the days when she was in the kitchen recently, Sheila was disgraced every day. Making bread at this time is really a labor of her own. Now it is clearly approaching autumn, but she stays in the kitchen every day, and the temperature of the oven often heats her up. All in sweat. As she knead the bread too much, she felt that her arm strength had been improved to a certain extent. She fell asleep as soon as she crawled into bed every day, so that she was about to develop a habit of being rough. This is not good, she still wants to be a beauty like Monica.

When Sheila walked out of the house through the back door, she seemed to have heard the noise of the shops connected to the street in their house. She had had the unpleasant experience of Sarat. Her first reaction was whether someone was making trouble. She just didn't expect that she walked to the corner near the front door and surreptitiously poked her head out. There were four or five fashionable female magicians outside who were discussing.

They sniffed their noses from time to time and looked at the window of Pat's bakery with the door closed in front of them. The dim light inside couldn't stop them from prying eyes.

"It's been many days, every day I smell the scent that comes from the gods, but why hasn't the door opened yet?" One of the female magicians was already eager to smash the door.

The other magician patted her on the back and soothed, "I think it should be soon. I also asked the management office about the situation of this store. The old man was mysterious, but he said it was only a few days away. "

"Oh, my goddess of the earth, I'm going crazy waiting, I want to break into this bakery if I don't open it."

"That won't work. If they delay the opening of the store due to damage to the store, it will be a big loss. Besides, Sanner said that this store was opened by his relatives. Let us take care of it."

Sheila listened to their detailed discussions, but she didn't expect that their bakery would have customers looking forward to it before it opened. This is really surprising.

It's just... When did Old Sonner become a relative of their family?

Forget it, it's good for them now, so don't worry too much.

Sheila saw that there was nothing wrong, so she continued to walk to Moore's house. No matter what, she still wanted to see it. What she was most afraid of now was that Moore himself went home, but Oser did not return.

She knew in her heart that the possibility was extremely low, but Sheila felt a little chilly when she saw Moore's second floor open the window. This window hadn't been opened when she came before. Now it is obviously the appearance of the host's opening to breathe. Doesn't it mean that More has returned?

Sheila stared at the window, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door in front of her. After a few knocks, no one came to open the door, so he held back his temper and knocked again.

With a "creak", Sheila waited for a while, and the wooden door finally opened.

When Moore opened the door, he lowered his head to see Sheila, who was only as high as his chest, and was slightly surprised, saying, "Hello, Miss Pat."

"I said, just call me Sheila." Sheila corrected her temper and couldn't wait to ask, "I heard that Oser went out with you? Where are the others now?"

Moore tilted his head slightly, his soft black hair drawn a beautiful arc, his pale face looked very innocent, and said, "Oser said he is not here."

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What did Oser mean by not wanting her to know his news? Sheila was angry, squeezed in from the gap between Mor and the door, and shouted, "Oser, are you idiot inside?"

Osser, who was hiding in Moore’s room upstairs, was shocked by the loud voice downstairs, but before he could react, there was already a rush of footsteps. Qian La pushed open the wooden door and said, "Bang "A sound.

Sheila watched Oser sit on Moore’s bed stupidly, wearing Moore’s generous pajamas. He was a little nervous seeing Sheila’s arrival, but tried to pretend to be calm and said, "You...how did you find it? ?"

Sheila stared at the band-aid on his face, injured? And this dress... Does this mean that you have lived in Moore's house?

"What are you doing here?! Why didn't you go home!" Sheila lowered her voice, fearing she was too excited to control her volume.

"Uh..." Oser wanted to make up an excuse, but in the end he found that he couldn't make it up, his face looked like constipation.

The scene was very embarrassing, but fortunately, the kind-hearted Morr broke the ice on the scene.

"You two, why don't you come downstairs for a snack?" This was Moore, who didn't realize how abrupt his voice was, and asked politely to welcome the visitors.

Although Mohr's duplex single apartment is small and well-equipped, the small living room is equipped with clean old sofas. The delicately symmetrical patches on both sides seem to deepen the taste of the apartment owner.

Even the patched threads are neat and comfortable. Sheila remembers that there was no such symmetrical patch when she visited last time. So, is this the new owner stitched by herself?

Sheila was a little distracted by the patch, and glanced at Moore who came over with the biscuits and apple juice.

Sheila, who was sitting upright in Oserby, was much more casual. He seemed to be familiar with this place. With his legs crossed on the sofa, he unceremoniously ate the little biscuits that Mohr had placed on the table.

Such a scene made Sheila feel heartbroken-when did this guy become so familiar with Moll!

Well, she didn't stop making friends with him, but she stayed at her friend's house temporarily and didn't tell them, is it too much?

Sheila didn't want to let Oser go so simply, she was still clinging to the question just now, "What do you mean! It's so fun to live in someone else's house?!"

Oser ate the biscuit, took a sip of apple juice in the other hand, and asked, "You haven't said how you found this place."

Sheila was angry at his stiff change of subject and said, "If you don't go home like this, Mom and Dad have been worried about you! Why are you so self-willed!"

If Oser was scolded by a girl younger than himself, he would have lost his temper in the past, but now he is wrong and can only say in a low voice, "Just go back, what's your name!"

"Oser said that his face was hurt and you will ask when you see it. It's better to live here and wait for the face to get better before going back." Moore explained Oser seriously.

"Hey!" Oser stared at Moore vigorously. The latter gave him a kind smile innocently, so angry Oser picked up a waist pillow behind his back and threw it over, but he was not surprised by Moore easily. Take it.

Sheila, who had fallen into speechlessness, looked at Oser, whose eyes were erratic, and her temper was reduced, but she still said in a bad tone, "Where are you going, I've heard from Uncle Sonner a long time ago!"

As soon as Oser's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and said, "This old man with a false mouth! I wasted a piece of woolly sheep skin!"

As the name suggests, the long-haired sheep beast's fur is very warm, especially suitable for the elderly. However, although the long-haired sheep beast has low attack power, it is really not easy to catch. Destroyed, so the long-haired sheep beasts on the market are basically in short supply.

Hearing that Osser also used things to buy Sanner, and Sheila himself used things to buy him, she said. Thinking about it this way, the old man who received gifts from both sides looked honest, and his ethics was really not so low.

Sheila looked at Oser in front of her. She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but now she felt that it was not the time to ask questions, so she said, "Pack our clothes and we will go home now."

Oser coughed a few times. He glanced at Sheila and found that her face was not pretty, but she was not really extremely angry. He felt relieved and said, "Wait, I will go upstairs to get the clothes."

After speaking, Oser stood up, scratched his head and walked to the second floor.

Even though Moore was ignored by the two people in front of him, he sat calmly on the side. Sheila saw that Oser was still calmed down even though she was cooperating, and she looked at Moore embarrassedly, "Sorry, it was not polite to just rush in like this."

"No, I took Oser away as an adult without telling you, I felt extremely guilty." Moore replied seriously.

Although she knew that the main responsibility was not with Moore, Sheila had been worried about Oser for so long and still complained a little, "It's fine if nothing happens now. Once he gets crazy, he will get into trouble everywhere, which is really worrying."

"He is calm and a good partner." Moore corrected Sheila's words.

"Uh, is it..." Seeing Moore's serious tone, Sheila couldn't tell Oser's great feats.

Oser just put on his coat. This coat is already a little shabby. There are obviously two cracked lines, but they are stitched neatly. Sheila looked at the clothes and knew that Oser must have been injured. It's just that he is in a good state of mind now, and he should be recovering well.

Sheila didn't want to ask too much here, so she turned to Moore and said, "Thank you for taking care of Oser."

Moore gave a slight bow and said, "It should be."

"Whether to take care of or not, I am not a child, what can I thank for taking care of!" Orser looked at their inexplicable tone without words, and said madly.

Before going out, Sheila took out an oiled paper bag from the storage ring, but the sweet smell could be heard through the oiled paper bag. Osser watched Sheila handed the oiled paper bag to Moll, although she didn’t know. Something but distressedly sniffed.

"What is this, it smells so fragrant?!" This is a question asked by Oser, who was about to get his entire head in front of the oiled paper bag in Moore's hand. As soon as he finished speaking, Sheila pulled it hard, He pulled behind him.

Sheila looked at Moore with some bright eyes and said, "This is the bread of our shop. It will open this weekend. Please support me by then."

Moore could not help but opened the oil paper bag. Inside was a toast that had just been made. As soon as the bag was opened, the smell came out. He swallowed and reluctantly returned to Sheila's words, and said, "Okay, this The bread looks wonderful."

Although he was talking, Moore's sight hadn't left the toast in the oil paper bag, and Sheila didn't mind, pulling Oser, who was obviously going to look at it, and pulled out the door of Moore's house.

"Eh eh eh! What did you give Moore just now?!" Oser asked anxiously while being tossed away quickly by Qian La.

Sheila looked back at Osser, her eyes unconsciously with a little pride, and said, "Let you stay away from home, we have eaten many ovens of this kind of bread, and we have all kinds of flavors."

Oser really regretted it a little when she said that, he said nervously, "Is there still at home?"

Sheila raised her eyebrows and said mercilessly, "That was the last one in the family just now and it was given to Moore."

Oser's face was stagnant, and instantly turned back to run back to take back the bread in Morr's hand, but Sheila, who had been prepared for a long time, slammed the hood on his cloak, "I'll go home and don't do it when I run back. you eat."

"..." Oser's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked sadly at Sheila who was clearly holding him.

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