The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

Cleaning...

Theresa was cleaning the shop with a broom. It seemed that Grandpa Augustus knew about her situation.

It’s because I’m a little mute. We can’t let a mute serve customers in the front. That would be so troublesome.

No matter where you go, you can't escape the fate of being a worker. If possible, I would like to be my own boss in this world, with my own subordinates working for me.

After cleaning, Theresa wiped the sweat from her head and was called by Grandpa Augustus to watch him make pastries.

Grandpa Augustus told himself that the process of making pastries is an art.

We carefully select ingredients, strictly control the heat, and meticulously mix each ingredient to ensure the taste and quality of the pastries.

First, all the necessary ingredients will be prepared, such as flour, eggs, milk, sugar, butter, etc. The freshness and quality of each ingredient will be carefully checked to ensure that they meet the standards for making pastries.

Next, Grandpa Augustus would start kneading the dough. He would pour the flour into a bowl, add the appropriate amount of water and salt, mix well, and knead it into dough.

Depending on the type of pastry, divide the dough into small pieces and roll them into strips or flatten them into cakes.

"What kind of filling does Tracy want? Grandpa will make it just for you."

Grandpa Augustus looked at the cute little girl in front of him lovingly, his eyes full of doting.

Hiss... Theresa thought to herself that she hadn't finished the dessert in her small box yet, but she still nodded happily and pointed at the red beans next to her, indicating that she wanted to eat the one with red bean filling.

"Haha, it turns out our little Tracy likes red bean paste! Okay, red bean paste, right? Grandpa will make it for you right away."

Grandpa Augustus laughed happily, his voice clear and loud.

I saw him skillfully put the kneaded dough and red bean filling into the prepared molds respectively, then gently pressed them down, and then carefully put them into the preheated oven for baking.

"All you have to do now is wait patiently. The way little Tracy lies obediently on the table reminds me of when I was teaching that brat Oleg. He was just like you, staring intently at me as I made the pastries, and then eagerly devouring every freshly baked delicacy. Those days are truly nostalgic!"

Grandpa Augustus smiled happily as he recalled the past.

As time goes by, the oven emits bursts of tempting aroma, and the whole house is filled with a sweet smell.

It looks like the pastries made by Augustus are about to be baked.

"Come and try it, this is the freshest red bean pie."

Grandpa Augustus handed Theresa a red bean pie wrapped in a paper bag with a smile on his face, and touched her head and said.

"After you finish this red bean pie, it's time to start working! Help grandpa put all the cakes in the store neatly on the shelves."

Theresa took the red bean pie, nodded obediently, and took a small bite.

The red bean pie was a little hot, but that didn't affect its deliciousness at all. The sweet taste spread in her mouth instantly. It was delicious.

"Why hasn't that brat come back yet? It takes so long to buy something! Tracy, grandpa will go look for him nearby first. You stay here and watch the store for a while."

Theresa, still holding the red bean pie in her mouth, made a humming sound to indicate that she understood.

Okay, after this bite, it’s time to start working.

When it comes to displaying the pastries, Grandpa Augustus finally found the right person. He used to work in a bakery, and there's not much difference between a pastry shop and a bakery.

After a while, the cakes were neatly arranged, and I even wrote down the names of the cakes. After all, it was a part-time job, so I had to do it well.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The doorbell outside suddenly rang. It looked like a guest had arrived.

"Oleg, bring me some cakes," Mrs. Ansha said, adding, "Pick some that children like."

It’s a pity that there is no big guy in the store to help me choose pastries like before.

Eh, is no one here? It's not closing time yet.

Ansha walked into the store and found that the pastries behind the glass were arranged very neatly. Through the glass, she could even see that there was still a trace of steam coming out of the pastries.

This product was just released, so why is there no one in the store?

Just as Ansha was wondering in her heart, a little girl suddenly walked out of the store.

"Mmmmmmm!"

The little girl made unclear sounds and looked a little overwhelmed.

What a shit service! I'm speechless.

"Ok?"

Ansha raised her head after hearing the voice, and saw a little girl with a pretty face and delicate features standing in front of her. Such a beautiful girl was obviously not a child from the village.

After all, the children here have to work in the fields with the adults, and it is difficult for them to have such delicate skin under the wind and sun.

As the saying goes, children from poor families become masters early.

These children have been working all year round, and their skin has long been tanned into a unique bronze color, which has become one of the symbols of them as villagers.

But the girl in front of him had a unique fair skin, as if she had been born in a favorable environment and had never experienced the baptism of wind and rain.

"Are you a new employee in the store? That rigid Augustus is hiring? Didn't he say that his secret pastry recipe can only be learned by family members? Are you also a child who escaped here?"

Ansha also remembered that there had been a number of homeless children in the village recently, and they were being resettled by the village chief.

"Poor child, you're so beautiful, you must be born into a noble family, right? It's a pity that this is not where you live. Since you want to work and support yourself, then put aside your pride and work hard to live a good life."

This is not your concern...

Could you please tell me what you want to buy? Theresa said that she had to go back for some snacks and she had only taken a bite and hadn’t finished it yet.

"Okay then, little cutie. Please help me pick out some flavors that kids will like. I think it shouldn't be too difficult for you to choose."

Theresa nodded, ran to the table, took a pen, wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to Ansha.

Does this child have a speech impediment? Ansha glanced at the note.

"Are there any dietary restrictions for children?"

Theresa found that there were quite a lot of varieties of pastries here, and there were probably many flavors. She was not very familiar with them yet, so it would be better to ask the customers if they had any dietary restrictions.

"Dietary restrictions? That's thoughtful of you, cutie. But I think this is a bad habit only you nobles have. We eat everything. Uh, sorry, I mean the pastries here aren't as complicated as yours. There aren't too many things."

It's really hard for you to care about my feelings so much...

Theresa didn't respond to her question and continued writing.