dessert and music

A new store is always going to be busy - and Hilda feels the same way these days.Since the opening of the bakery, she has basically spent every day in the bakery, and only made a bed in it.

"Good morning, dear." Mrs. Sidney pushed open the shop door. "Are you here so early?" "I just arrived too." Hilda took off her coat and put on a white lace dress. apron.Mrs. Sidney nodded, closed the door softly and walked in.

"What is the space here for?" "Eric said he needed it, so I made it available for him, but he hasn't told me yet." Hilda tied the tie of her apron.Mrs. Sidney took a bag of biscuits casually, shook her a few times and said, "It was credited to my account, and I forgot to take the money when I came out today." "Oh, yes." Hilda smiled and waved at her. wave.

The shop door was closed.She went to the counter and rearranged the packaged biscuits, candies, chocolates and the like—these were selling well, probably because Bella brought her friends over the first day and let them all go. After trying some, the kids now come to her shop every day.

But eating too much sweets is only bad but not good—so after getting to know their parents, Hilda also made some small cards with Linda’s help and sent them to the children—the main function is to keep them from eating So many sweets.

"Sister Hilda, good morning!" The store door was opened again, and a blond-haired little boy came in. His name was Mike—one of Bella's friends.

"Good morning!" She saw Mike greeted her, and went directly to the shelf full of chocolates to choose something. "If I remember correctly," Hilda walked around the counter to Mike, and said seriously, "You seem to have used up all the cards for this month." "No!" He raised his round cheeks and said A little pink face said, "My mother gave me another card—this is my reward." He held the card in his hand and handed it to the elder sister in front of him.

Hilda took the card and smiled suddenly - she didn't write this card, and there was no Mike's mother's name on it, obviously he imitated it himself.

"Oh, I think I spelled 'chocolat' wrong." She pointed to the words on the card.Mike's face turned even redder, his hands were put together, he lowered his head and eyes, not knowing how to answer.

Hilda knelt down and reached out her hand to touch his head, and said with a smile, "I'll forgive you this time, but there will never be a next time." My eyes suddenly fogged up. "I promise I won't do it next time..." Mike said aggrievedly, drooping his head.Hilda turned around and picked up a candy, put it in his hand, and whispered, "A candy?"

Mike immediately raised his head again, put the candy in his hand into his mouth - and his face was full of smiles again.

After Hilda sent Mike away, she realized that a black figure had been standing by the window at her door watching her.

"Did you wait a while?" She opened the door and let him walk into the store. "I was here when the little boy came in just now." Eric took off his hat and put it aside, turned around and hung something on the door frame.

Eric dropped his hands and walked over to Hilda's side to stand beside her. "It's beautiful." She walked up to open the door, and the white bell with a circle of golden patterns on the door frame made a crisp sound as the door opened-this made Hilda happy again.

"I'm here!" Mrs. Martha saw the two of them standing in front of the store through the glass, and waved her hands quickly. "Good day, Mrs. Martha!" Hilda opened the door and let Mrs. Martha in.

"The most industrious person in Ivar." Madam Martha said with a smile at first, and raised her head to look up after hearing the sound of the bell, "It's really exquisite—I guess it must have come from your hands." "It's Eric." ’ said Hilda. "The most skillful hand in all Ivars," said Madame Martha again, picking up a sack of bread. "I mean Hilda."

"Of course." Eric's voice came out.Hilda glanced at him, turned her head to look at Mrs. Martha in front of her, and said, "Stop talking, if you continue like this, I'm afraid Linda and the others will come to trouble me—after all, I didn't know it. I took someone else's title." "Okay, okay, I have an appointment with Mrs. Sidney to come and have afternoon tea with you in the afternoon, do you have time?"

Hilda stepped forward and was about to agree, but Eric, who was standing behind her, grabbed her hand and replied in front of her: "No, we have something to do, which may delay some time." "Then I'm afraid it will only be next time." Madam Martha shrugged, and took two more packs of biscuits from the counter, "This is compensation, buy one get one free."

Hilda, who was held by the wrist behind her, could only nod her head, and after Mrs. Martha left the bakery, she turned around angrily.

"Then, sir—" Hilda turned around and said in a dragged tone, "what's your business?" Like Hilda's intonation, each sound is extended a little.

Seeing him take out a small note from his pocket, Hilda leaned over it very curiously.

"This curious lady," Eric said, looking down at the head that suddenly appeared next to him, "I found a note on your desk." "How could you enter my room at will!" Erda reached out to grab the note in Eric's hand, "Take my things!" "I accidentally glanced at it, the content is very interesting."

Hilda jumped a little anxiously. She snatched the note from Eric in her hand, ran to the side and glanced at the contents inside—it wasn’t hers at all—she casually picked up the note. Throw it aside, turn around and continue tidying up the counter.

"Didn't you read what was written on it?" Eric picked up the paper she had crumpled up and opened it, "Not interested?" "Just not interested." Hilda looked up, "Not at all No." "Oh, that's fine." His tone was a little lost, and he tore the note in his hand to pieces. "If I put a musical instrument here, then I can find a place to stay." He said slowly, while Hilda, who was arranging the chocolate over and over again, stopped her movements. "But since you're saying something you're not interested in—so be it." Erik sat down on a chair in the corner and stared into her face.

"Do you know?" Hilda said bluntly, "Actually, I'm quite interested." "That's best, because the piano should be able to move here in the afternoon." He saw Hilda go around the counter and walked to the baking room and came out with two glasses filled with English tea.

"Do you think there's room for a piano here?" She handed Eric the glass in her left hand. "Of course." He took a sip of tea, then stood up, "Just move a few shelves." The empty shelf moved aside.

Eric sat down and stood in the middle, and said to her, "It should be fine." "That's good." Hilda raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, and asked again, "Do you want to sit here?" Come home." He put on his cloak and hat.

After the sound of the bell on the door frame was scattered in the wind until the blackness could not be seen, she leaned against the glass and sat on the chair placed by the door, holding the cup of English tea in her hand.

"Excuse me, is this the piano that this bakery wants to send?" There were a few people who looked like laborers standing in front of the window, and a man with a beard came in and asked.

"Yes." Hilda opened her mouth to answer, but the voice behind her took another step forward. "Where did you come in from?" Hilda waited for the laborers to leave with a few pieces of bread, then moved to Eric and asked. "It's the same as in Paris." After adjusting the piano stool, he looked up and replied.

Hilda stared at the wall behind him for a moment, then turned and went back into the baking room.

She put the cake embryo she had baked on the table, picked up the bag containing the freshly whipped cream, and was about to squeeze it up—a cheerful melody came from outside.Eric sat on the piano bench, his hands bouncing on the black and white keys.Hilda went out, her elbows lightly resting on the counter, her chin resting on her hands, and she stared earnestly at the equally earnest man sitting at the piano.

The sweetness of butter and the mellow aroma of wheat in the bakery are mixed with a beautiful melody, which reverberates in this small room-and at this time, music and desserts are fused together here.

It wasn't until Eric stood in front of her again that she slowly recovered.Hilda seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked with some distress: "I don't seem to have chosen the name of the store yet."

"I've already thought about it."

Eric took her hand, stared seriously at her pair of light blue pupils reflecting his reflection and said:

"—dessert and music."

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It's over! ! ! ! !

Started to update the episodes slowly, about two or three articles.

Ummmm, I seem to be a little too anxious to finish it...

After finishing the whole article, I know how rubbish I am, I really need to study hard to increase the amount of reading (wake up orz

Thank you so much everyone! !