Chapter 9 — Bakery After the Rain

I stopped a few steps away, not immediately passing by. The owner of the flower shop next door saw me first, impatiently running from the door. "Duong Duong, don't come over, I've already called the police." She lowered her voice. "They came not even after six o'clock, and even splashed coffee on my door." I watched the brown liquid on the glass window flowing down the slit, the sweet smell of coffee mixed with the humidity after the rain, smelling it made people choke on their chests. I gave her the strawberry. "Sister, help me wait a bit." She grabbed my wrist. "Are you crazy?" "They're waiting for you to show up now." I patted the back of her hand. "If you don't open the door, they'll say you're guilty." "When you open the door, they'll know how this store opens." Her eyes were a little red. "But they don't make sense." "I'm not going to tell them about my feelings either." "I'm going to work." eat." When I walked over, the first person turned the lens towards me. "Coming, coming, the lady boss is here." "You are Wen Duong, right?" "Why did you destroy your ex-boyfriend?" A young man wearing a black hoodie stopped in front of me, the phone was almost glued to my face. I stopped walking, looked at the camera. "Would you mind moving the phone a little further away?" He laughed. "Afraid of being filmed?" "Are you afraid of what people will say?" I didn't raise my voice. "I'm afraid you'll stop me from opening the door." He was stunned. There were people laughing around. I walked around him, walked to the glass door, and tore down the white paper. The back of the paper was softened by the rain, and the red letters stuck to my fingertips. I folded the paper and put it in my bag. "This is evidence." The person wearing a black hoodie immediately shouted: "Did you hear me? She's still threatening us." I turned my head to look at him. "I'm just talking about evidence." "If you feel this is intimidation, you can wait for the police to come and talk." His expression changed, but he still raised the lens. I opened the door. A little coffee flowed in through the crack of the door, dirtying the carpet that I just cleaned last night. I squatted down and used a paper towel to absorb every bit of stain. Behind my back, someone said sarcastically. "Still pretending to be diligent." "The person who opens the store is the best at acting." I didn't turn around. Waiting for the ground to stop being slippery, I stood up, turned on the lights, and opened the refrigerator. The cold white light lit up, the whole row of cakes lay quietly in the cupboard. The gel layer on the strawberry tart sparkles, the chocolate chips on the black forest cake are sprinkled evenly, and yesterday's little cream dog still lies in the middle of the cake, looking stupidly outside. I placed the business license, food business license, goods receipt and last night's video on the cashier counter. "If you want to see the documents, you can line up." "If you want to buy things, you can also line up." "If you want to cause trouble, wait for the police to arrive." The store was quiet for a moment. Someone muttered: "She's really hard too." The person wearing a black hoodie stepped forward again. "Who knows if your documents are fake?" I looked at him. "You can record it clearly and go to the official website to check." "If it turns out it's real, please delete the last sentence." The corner of his mouth twitched. At this moment, a car belonging to the market management agency stopped on the side of the road. Two employees got out of the car, followed by police behind them. The crowd was like foam blown by the wind, immediately separating to two sides. After the employee entered the store, he first presented the documents. "Someone complained that your store had a food safety problem, we checked according to the procedure." I nodded. "Okay." "The back kitchen, refrigerator, and import book are all here." The person wearing a black hoodie hid behind the crowd, still livestreaming. "Everyone, the law enforcement officer is here, let's see how long she can keep pretending." I led the employee into the back kitchen. The floor was cleaned last night, the drain has no strange smell, the flour and sugar are both labeled in batches. Chicken eggs are placed in a low temperature cabinet, the date of opening the cream box is written on the lid. The staff checked very carefully. Thermometer, margin

Disinfection sheets, sample boxes, employee health certificates, each item is reviewed. I stood next to him, my palms sweating. Not because of guilt. But because I know, a small shop cannot stand exaggerated malice. Just one misaligned sticker can make people cut it into a video, saying I'm dirty. Half an hour later, the staff came out. "On-site inspection did not detect any food safety issues." "We will respond to complaints according to procedure." I breathed a sigh of relief. There were still people outside the door who were not willing. "So what about her cheating in love affairs?" The police looked towards the speaker. "Emotional disputes are not a reason for you to block the door to throw things away." "Who threw the coffee?" No one in the crowd spoke. The flower shop owner immediately pointed at the person wearing a black hoodie. "Him." The person wearing a black hoodie turned around and wanted to leave, but was called back by the police. The smug look on his face finally couldn't be maintained. I looked at the coffee-stained door and suddenly felt very funny. Giang Nghien thought that if he just splashed dirty water on me, I would be busy cleaning it and not have time to raise my head. But he forgot. The person who opens the store understands one thing best. If it's dirty, clean it. If it's broken, fix it. Books must also be calculated item by item. At nine o'clock in the morning, Tieu Vien still arrived.