Run a Bakery In Another World

This is a peaceful forest. The noise of insects and the sound of birds flapping their wings from time to time show the peace here, but Sheila is extremely tired now.

Her mother had just given birth to her baby 3 months ago, and her father had gone to the town to sell bread to make money. He was the kind of mobile street vendor who carried a basket and asked people whether to buy bread.

His father's bread is relatively ordinary, and it feels like it can be left for a month without spoiling. Such unpalatable bread will only be bought by those adventurers who are ready to travel and ring the bells. , Ordinary people would not buy such unpalatable bread. But in a small town like theirs, there are not so many adventurers, so the sales of their bread has not been very good.

This broke Sheila's heart. You know, if her dad can't make money, then there is no way to buy nutritious rabbit meat for her mother, and then her mother will have no milk. She is 3 months old without milk. The younger brother will cry hard, and if this little guy cries, Sheila can't sleep well at night.

There is nothing more painful than this.

So in order for her brother to give her a good night’s sleep, Sheila has been picking wild fruits and nectar from the edge of the forest recently. The wild fruits are too sour, and they can’t afford sugar. They can only look for those with natural sweetness. The flowers, mixed and boiled in this way, can basically make a jam that tastes acceptable. Sheila's idea is very simple, this jam is sold with her father's dry bread, or can the sales be better?

So she was such an immature and lovely 7-year-old girl who set foot on the road of picking flowers and fruits. In the past few days, she has been disgraced, and her worn-out clothes have been cracked a few more times.

She can only hope that her father can sell more bread today so that she is not at a loss.

Sheila sighed heavily, her young age with unusual vicissitudes, which seemed a bit funny. Her brown hair was randomly tied behind her head, and her azure eyes carried the color of fairy tales.

She lifted the gray-blue square cloth covering the basket, looked at the half-full flowers and a few bunches of small fruits, and the darkening sky, and muttered, "Dad will be back soon too, just like that today. Well, I hope my father today is a good luck day."

With such good wishes, Sheila stepped on her short legs to speed up her steps, and ran back to her home with the basket. So, she didn't notice that the big branches behind her moved slightly.

Aunt Martha, the neighbor, was putting her clothes in the yard, and she saw Sheila who hurried past and said, "Oh, Sheila, Tony was looking for you just now."

Sheila hurriedly stopped, looking like an adult, and said, "I'm not free lately. I'm very busy. Tell Tony that I have no time to play with him."

Martha laughed heartily, "Okay, I'll tell him that, and see if he gets skinny every day. Okay, don't disturb the busy little Xiila, go back and take care of your brother."

"I don't have to take care of my brother, I'm busy making money!" Sheila emphasized, and was heard by Uncle Harold who came out of the house. Harold is Martha's husband and Tony's father.

He laughed, "Martha, don't say anything wrong. Our Sheila is amazing!"

This kind of ridicule made Sheila stomped angrily and turned her head home in angrily. These adults can't explain it!

Sheila ran home quickly, but when she reached the door, she lightly stepped and opened the door of her own house. She has to be quiet, it's not good if her brother makes noise while sleeping.

Fortunately, when she got home today, her brother was seldom punching in bed while her mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare. In case her father's bread can't be sold, their dinner tonight will be the dry bread.

"Mom, Dad is back? Are you going to prepare something delicious?" Sheila put the basket on the cupboard, took off her shoes and walked to her brother's side. Although he was not fat, he was still healthy and lively. He looks better and feels better.

"Aunt Martha gave us 2 eggs. I'm thinking about what we can do?" Sheila's mother is named Hanni Patrick. This is a gentle and smart woman, like Sheila, with a reddish brown hair. Hair, because of long-term malnutrition and weakness, her hair is much drier than Sheila. Hanni looked pretty among ordinary people, even though her face was slightly yellow, but her temperament was gentle.

However, don't underestimate Hanni, she can allow Sheila to run around on the edge of the forest, which is also a rare courage. Small beasts appear from time to time in the forest next to the town. Although there is no particular danger, adults can even use wooden sticks to drive them away, but it is still not safe for a 7-year-old girl.

But Hanni, who is familiar with Sheila, knows that her daughter has always had an idea. It is impossible to keep her at home. It is better to set the rules for her and let her go home safely and safely to let her go secretly. Seeing Sheila's return home time so punctual these few days, even if she didn't gain much, she didn't stay greedy, which made Hanni feel relieved. It also proved that her decision was correct.

But the clever Hanni is also a less fortunate woman, which is why their family is so poor. After all, the cost of medicine is not a small sum of money.

In spite of this, Sheila also loves her strong mother-knowing that she has dragged down the family, she has endless humiliation in her heart, but she still shows an optimistic side for everyone and makes contributions where she can.

The sensible Sheila knew that it was not easy for a normal person to do this, not to mention that it was even rarer for Hanni, who was always sick.

"Are there any gains today?" Hanni put down the egg in her hand and decided to wait for her husband to come back.

"That's half a basket, it should be enough to make 2 small bottles of jam." Sheila grinned.

As soon as she finished speaking, Sheila's father returned home. Cookpatrick’s face was full of joy. He saw Sheila step forward and threw her up, “My dear girl, your way of jam is really great! Today’s dry bread was bought by an adventurer. NS."

Sheila was taken aback by his father's actions and hugged her father's neck in horror, "Dad, your arm strength is not good at all, don't throw me like this!"

"Sila, you are really my lucky little angel, no matter how I go on, my dream of opening a bakery will soon be realized!" Cook completely ignored what Sheila said, and shouted excitedly.

Sheila put her arms around her father's neck and her expression was a bit stiff. Open a bakery? With regard to the dream of her handicapped father, she felt heartbroken every time she heard it. If the bakery that sells all dry bread doesn't close down, there will be ghosts!

Cook Patrick, although he has a 7-year-old daughter, Cook is a handsome young guy. He has blue eyes, which is a rare genetic mutation among common people. Moreover, he is 24 years old this year. Obviously, the world does not advocate late marriage and late childbearing.

Cook, who is young but has a heavy burden on his shoulders, is a man full of dreams, and his dream is to open a bakery. Or for ordinary people, this is an ordinary and easy-to-achieve dream, but for Pat's family, who has only one silver coin in the family's deposit, it is simply a dream.

What's more, Sheila still wants to complain that Cook's craftsmanship is really a bit bad.

"Great, celebrate, today we have potatoes and rye flakes together, we can cover 2 more eggs." Compared with the expressionless Sheila, Hanni is as happy as Cook.

Seeing the excited and inexplicable couple holding each other, Sheila touched her brother's little head safely, "Little Gunter, you have to grow up quickly."

In the dilapidated Pat’s house, there were pleasant chats and rare cooking sounds. Cook helped cut the firewood, Hannie made a simple dinner, and Sheila was playing with her younger brother, quiet and peaceful.

After eating, the night has arrived, and they all went to bed. The poor Pat’s house has only one hall with two beds in it. One big bed is for the Pats and the other small bed in the corner is for Sheila. of. It’s normal to hear abnormal noises at night, but Sheila doesn’t care at all. She falls asleep on her own, having an incredible dream. There is a strong self in her dream that can feed their whole family, although, their costumes It seems a little different.

For a long time, Sheila often had such magical dreams, watching a black-haired and black-eyed herself doing various things strangely. The self in the dream loves to read all kinds of books, one of which is called "The Adventure of Erampus", let alone, it's pretty good-looking. She sometimes looked at this book, sometimes participated in it, oh yes, there is also a person in this book, whose name is Sheila Patrick.

Then the **** crowed, and all the dreams disappeared, but they remained in Sheila's memory, like an interesting treasure.

But today, there seems to be something different.

Sheila dreamed that she was dancing with the book and giggled happily. The book grew hands and feet and took herself in circles.

In reality, the corners of Sheila's mouth also turned up, but soon the dream stopped suddenly. Sheila, who should have been dreaming, felt her hands faintly hot and getting hotter. Is it on fire? ! Sheila was taken aback by her thoughts and opened her eyes sharply.

Then, a book suddenly appeared in front of Sheila, a luminous book.

The above text does not belong to this world. She has seen her father write his own name, which is similar to the Western text of the 15th century, anyway, she can't understand it at all. Ah, what is she talking about, did she confuse dreams with reality?

No matter what, she instinctively understood the words above-"The Book of Enchantment".