Chapter 20 — Bakery After the Rain

I saw him mark that sentence out. I said: “That's enough.” Giang Nghien still wanted to say something, so I hung up the phone directly. It was quiet in the shop. The sweet smell of spoiled ice cream gets stronger and stronger, to the point where people choke on their chest. The police finished recording the situation and took the camera copy away. Before leaving, he reminded me these days not to stay at the shop too late alone. I nodded and said okay. But after they left, I still wore gloves and started cleaning the refrigerator. Tieu Vien wanted to help me, but her mother stopped her. "Let him clean up." Mother's voice was very soft. "He doesn't have to regret these cakes." "He's saying goodbye to the past." The movements on my hand stopped. Tears almost fell into the tray. Dad didn't say anything, but took the toolbox to fix the temporary lock on the side door. The flower shop owner brought a bucket of hot water. The owner of the breakfast restaurant next door moved in a small spare refrigerator. Neighbors came one after another. Someone help me clean the floor. Someone help me contact customers. Someone brought our sockets and lights. At two o'clock in the morning, the shop was finally cleared. The refrigerator is empty. The counter is also empty. But I stood under the light, feeling for the first time that this place was not a lonely little shop. Tieu Vien pasted the printed orders on the wall. "Miss Duong, I'll come tomorrow morning at four o'clock." I shook my head. "Go sleep a little." She was very stubborn. "I'm coming to knead the dough." Mom suddenly said: "I'm coming too." Dad picked up the repaired lock and said in a deep voice: "Dad looks after the door." I looked at them, my chest heated up to fullness. The phone lit up again. This time it's lawyer Trinh. The side door key line is in progress. I found out who was in charge of her shop's lock repair order three months ago. The other party once talked on the phone with Giang Nghien. I stared at the screen, slowly tightening my grip on the phone. It's almost morning. Giang Nghien thought the darker the night, the more scared I would be. But he doesn't know. Bakers are most familiar with dawn. Dawn is not the end. That's when the first batch of bread started to wake up. 20At four o'clock the next morning, the lights in the shop turned on again. Mom tied my spare apron and stood in front of the strawberry washing table. Dad sat on a small chair in front of the door, holding a thermos, like he was guarding a bridge. Tieu Vien kneaded the dough until her wrists hurt, but she still gritted her teeth without complaining. I cut the butter into small pieces and put them in the dough. The familiar scent rose little by little. It covers up the smell of last night's spoiled ice cream, and also covers up the darkness left behind by evil intentions. At half past six, the first guest arrived. It's the father of the baby who held the first month party yesterday. He carried two bags of hot soy milk. "Lady On, have some hot drinks first." I was stunned. He smiled a little shyly. "The child's mother said, it's okay to make the cake a little later." "But people can't eat it on an empty stomach." I received the soy milk, the edges of my eyes felt hot. "Thank you." He looked at the busy shop, lowered his voice and said: "What happened on the internet, we all saw it." "Don't be afraid." "There are still many people who know how to reason." This sentence was like a warm towel, slowly covering my tight heart last night. At nine o'clock in the morning, lawyer Trinh arrived at the shop. He brought with him a portion of printed materials. Three months ago, the lock in the shop was indeed fixed. That time Giang Nghien said he wanted to go to the store to pick up a forgotten scarf. I just learned that I was at the hospital with my mother for a follow-up check-up, so I told him to wait for the locksmith to finish fixing it and then lock the door for me. The locksmith admitted, then Giang Nghien used the excuse of needing a temporary key, saying I was his fiancee and he could take care of the things in the shop. The mechanic wanted to save him trouble, so he took him to a nearby key-switching shop. I finished listening,

Almost tore the piping bag in his hand. "So the spare key is always with him." Lawyer Trinh nodded. "It seems that way now." "In addition, the identity of the person who entered the store last night is about to be verified." "It's not Giang Nghien himself." "But that person once received a sum of money, the money transfer account is related to Giang Nghien's mother." Mom laughed coldly. "This family really has clear assignments." "Fake innocent son, I'll go find someone. hand." Dad placed the thermos firmly on the table. "Follow the process." "Don't say another word to them." I nodded. "Follow the process." At noon, there was news from the school. Manh Tinh called me, his voice a bit hoarse. "Giang Nghien has officially been suspended from the academic process." "The guidance team asked him to hand over all the original data." "The sponsorship statement was also sent for assessment." I asked: "Are you okay?" She was silent for a moment. "My dad was very angry." "But he didn't scold me." "He said you look at the wrong person, then turn around, don't make the wrong mistake." I said: "He's right." Manh Tinh hummed softly. "On Duong, if I need to come out in the future, I will go." "It's not to make up for anything." "It's because I also have to pull myself out of the lie." After hanging up, I finished catching the last cream flower. The edges of the petals are very stable.