dessert and music

The air in Paris in the early morning has a slight creamy smell. If you smell it carefully, you may be able to ask whether this sweet smell is wafting from the bakery on the corner of the street.

Unique to the aroma of bread, hard-working girls always open the bakery with the aroma of bread before the sun has completely fallen in front of the window lattice, and start a busy day.

The bakery on the corner of the street is inconspicuous, but every morning, the plain but mellow smell of wheat always attracts people to come.The braided girl walks through the incomparably wonderful smell of bread, and even her breath is imprinted with a strong aroma of bread.

She finally waited until the sun climbed over the window panes, and a ray of sunlight shone through the window onto the curtains.

"Good morning, dear Miss Hilda." The guest gently pushed open the white wooden door of the bakery, and the bell on the door frame gently disturbed the cleanliness of the bakery as the wooden door was pushed open.And the girl named Hilda pulled out from the baking room and came to the guest with a smile, "Good morning, madam, what do you need today?"

The lady was always the first to come to this hidden corner bakery in the early morning, just as Hilda always pushed open the wooden door of the bakery before the sun set on the window panes.Today, the lady looked at Hilda as usual and sighed, "If only I had a daughter who misses you."

But today Hilda was in a good mood when she heard these words, then she turned around and took out a small bag of biscuits and bread from the counter and handed them to the lady, and said with a smile: "You will definitely get your wish. "You too, Miss Hilda." The lady took the bread with a smile, lifted the hem of her skirt lightly, rang the bell on the wooden door frame again, and left the bakery in the corner.

Today, as usual, Hilda prepared a sack of bread and placed it against the wall under the bakery stairs.

"What a mysterious guest," thought Hilda.Since she came to work here a year ago, she basically prepares a bag of bread every week that can last for a few days. This is Mrs. Irene's request. She told Hilda that she is a long-term big customer.

With a sound of "pa--", a gap was cracked in the wall--it turned out that this was a secret door.

Hilda immediately turned her back.Well, that was the request of this guest, who has been buying bread here for almost a year, and although a bag of bread is not that expensive, the guest still leaves a lot of francs.

According to her own explanation of the extra money - it was hush money.

Hilda heard the sound of the wall closing behind her, turned and squatted down, and picked up the small bag of coins.

"Miss, can I have a piece of cake or a dessert?" A male voice sounded from the wall, his voice was gentle and mellow.Hilda trembled in fright, and she threw the money bag in her hand to the ground again.

Well, she knew now that it was a gentleman who had been coming to buy the bread.Although this mysterious guest had ordered bread for a year, no one had seen his face or heard his voice, not even Hilda.

She patted her apron and stood up, carefully said to the direction of the secret door: "Sir, if you need dessert, I can only prepare it now. If you don't mind, I may need you to wait a while." The guest did not answer immediately , He seemed to think for a while, and said: "Then please send me to the iron railing next to the Paris Opera House after you are done, and I will wait for you there." "Okay, sir." Hilda let go He took a deep breath, turned around and ran to the baking room, and started to prepare.

What an eccentric guest, at the bars of the Paris Opera?Who would have thought to meet in that place?Hilda grumbled under her breath.

At this moment the store door was opened, and a female voice said: "Oh, Hilda, has the customer come to get his bread?"

It's Irene, the sweet lady.Mrs. Irene opened the bakery two years ago, and her presence also puzzled the neighbors in the neighborhood. Mrs. Irene looked like a young lady who grew up in a family with good material conditions.However, according to Mrs. Irene's explanation to her neighbors, she came from another small town. Her husband died of illness, and she couldn't live there, so she came to Paris alone and opened a bakery.

Hilda hurried out of the baking room, smiled and said to Mrs. Irene: "I've been here, Ma'am. This gentleman asked me to send him a dessert in the afternoon, and I'm already preparing it."

gentlemen?Mrs. Irene said in surprise: "Have you seen that guest?" "No, he just asked me about his request." Hilda replied.

This guest was introduced by Mrs. Irene's friend, although Mrs. Irene had never met the guest herself.But this is a customer who needs long-term bread. For her bakery, long-term orders are not so easy to come across.Everyone needs money to live, right?

Seeing that Mrs. Irene didn't continue to say anything, Hilda turned and went back to the baking room to look at the pistachio almond sponge cake that had just been tested.She didn't know what the guest wanted. Although the guest didn't say anything, she didn't ask either.Thinking about it carefully, since it is going to be sent to the opera house, perhaps Peach Melba is a good choice.

She once heard Mrs. Irene say that Melba, a famous opera singer in London, tasted a unique and novel dessert.Chef Esquifer, who made the dessert for her, used peaches in this dessert, so it was named "Peach Melba".

She likes to eat anything sweet. She thinks it adds some sweetness and fun to her ordinary life. This is one of Hilda's favorite things in the past 16 years.

And there are two things Hilda loves the most, one is the dessert she has learned, and the other is music.

Yes, dessert and music are a near-perfect combination in Hilda's mind.

Mrs. Irene didn't stay on the first floor, and turned around and went up the stairs to the upper floor.Hilda saw through the glass of the baking room that the kind lady had left the place, and hurried out of the baking room to the counter, grabbed a small handful of francs from the money bag given by the guest, and put it in her pocket.

After Hilda finished this series of actions, she went back to the baking room to continue preparing raspberry jam.Anyway, the guest gave so much money, and I only took a little bit, and there was a lot of the rest.

Besides, the guest didn't tip her.

"This should be enough." Hilda put the francs into her purse, she stared at the purse and whispered, "I can finally go to the Paris Opera House to watch an opera!"

The author has something to say:

The dessert part of the full text basically comes from the foreign dessert competition "Baking Competition: Professional Pastry Chef".

I felt that there were very few desserts in this article, so I started watching these variety shows about desserts crazily and took out a small notebook to take notes (it was just talking on paper).

Thanks to the little angels who opened this article! !Love you guys! ! !