Chapter 37 I Will Always Wait for You Here (Ch 37)

After carefully washing off the strong smell of blood and changing into clean clothes, Moze pushed open the door of the cake shop and walked in.
The wind chimes in the store made crisp sounds.
“Mr. Moser, you…” Mina, who was wiping the counter, looked up. Seeing that it was him, she was obviously relieved, but the worry in her eyes became stronger. “Where have you been?”
In the corner, Perona was holding a plate of freshly-baked eclairs and eating them happily, with her cheeks bulging with food.
Hearing the noise, he paused in his action of stuffing things in, his eyes became vague, and he silently moved the plate towards himself, trying to reduce his presence.
“I went out to deal with some minor trouble.” Mo Ze’s tone was calm, as if he had just gone out for a walk.
Little trouble?
Mina tightened her grip on the rag, her intuition telling her that Moze must have gone to do something dangerous.
Although the castle of Enrique City was far away from here, the guests who fled from the castle still caused quite a bit of chaos in the city.
The noise naturally spread to this small shop.
But she was smart not to ask.
“You must be hungry,” Mina calmed herself down, put on a gentle smile again, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, “I left dinner for you, it’s been warmed up.”
“Thank you.” Mo Ze thanked him and sat down quietly to start eating.
For a moment, the only sounds in the store were the slight clatter of cutlery and the chewing sounds that Perona tried hard to suppress but were still clearly audible.
Moze ate quickly but politely, as if everything he had just experienced had nothing to do with him.
After finishing the last bite of bread, he wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“Ms. Mina,” he looked at Mina who had been standing quietly beside him, “Do you mind if I use your bakery?”
“Huh?” Mina was stunned, obviously not expecting such a request. “Bakery?” She repeated it subconsciously, a little confused.
“Um.”
“Oh! Oh! Of course! Of course I don’t mind!” Mina quickly came to her senses and shook her head vigorously, even a little incoherent, “Please use it, use it as you like! Do you need any materials? I…”
“The existing materials will be enough.” Moser’s eyes swept across the bakery.
The tools are all there, neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of butter and sugar.
This familiar breath made his tense nerves relax a little involuntarily.
How long has it been since he touched these things?
Rejecting Mina’s offer to help, Moser took off his coat and casually draped it over the back of a chair next to him, then walked to the operating table and skillfully tied on a clean apron.
The movement was so natural that it seemed as if he was born to stand there.
Moser first picked up a wooden basin, weighed it, and then walked towards the flour bag.
The action of scooping flour is precise, not too much or too little.
Then he picked up the egg and tapped it lightly with his fingers. The eggshell cracked and the egg white and yolk fell cleanly into the basin without any eggshell debris.
In the first few movements, one can indeed see a slight hint of awkwardness, as if the fingers are looking for the long-lost touch.
But when he started stirring the egg liquid, the fleeting feeling of unfamiliarity completely disappeared.
His arms were steady and his wrists were flexible, and the air was constantly stirred into the egg liquid, making a fine and long “rustling” sound.
Cream the butter, sift in the flour, and mix the batter…
Each step is clear and precise, and the movements are efficient and graceful.
He is no longer the feared “bullshit”, but a dedicated baker.
Perona had stopped eating at some point and floated silently to Mina’s side, staring with wide eyes, curiously looking at the completely different Moze in the bakery.
Are this Mo Ze who can make snacks and the Mo Ze whose eyes can scare people to death really the same person?
Before long, a rich aroma mixed with butter and caramel wafted from the oven.
Hidden among them is the unique fragrance of the thorny fruit.
Moser opened the oven and took out the tempting golden snacks.
He divided the snacks into two plates and took them outside.
“This is a new dessert I conceived while I was out here.” Moze placed a plate of it in front of Mina. “Try it.”
Then, he looked at Perona, whose eyes were almost glued to the snacks, and pushed another plate in front of her.
Perona was stunned for a moment, looked at the snack, then looked at Moze, hesitantly stretched out her finger to poke the still warm snack, then quickly stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes instantly lighting up.
Mina doesn’t actually know Moser.
Everything she did was due to Grandma Hannah’s last wishes before her death.
Until now.
When the fork-tipped dessert is put into the mouth, the richness of butter spreads first, followed by the just-right bitter aftertaste of caramel, and finally, the fragrance of the thorny berry hidden under the sweetness is like the finishing touch, gently linking all the flavors together.
This is not simply sweetness, but a soothing warmth and a solid feeling that seems to be able to dispel all the uneasiness and gloom in one’s heart.
This smell… is so familiar.
That’s the taste.
The cookies Hannah’s grandmother baked, the birthday cakes she made, every dessert contained this reassuring power.
It is precisely because of this love that she chose to stay and inherit this dessert shop that was facing pressure from the Mara family.
I see.
Mina chewed slower and slower, and the hazy veil in her heart quietly dissipated.
The dedication that goes into baking and the warmth that goes into the desserts cannot be faked.
Only true love can create such taste.
She finally understood.
Perhaps what Grandma Hannah saw was this hidden warmth and love that belonged to Moser.
That’s why she entrusted it so solemnly.
Mina was lost in thought, and when she finally came to her senses, she found that the plate was empty, with the last bit of sweet aftertaste still lingering on her tongue.
She subconsciously looked up and wanted to say something, but found that the store had returned to silence at some point.
Moser’s seat was vacant.
Even Perona, who had bright eyes and bulging cheeks from eating just now, disappeared without a trace.
He left? Just like that?
An inexplicable sense of urgency surged in my heart.
She stood up suddenly, and the chair legs made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.
She didn’t bother to pack up and rushed out of the store.
The evening breeze was cool, ruffling the strands of hair on her forehead.
There were few pedestrians on the street, and the bright moonlight lengthened the shadows.
She immediately saw the figure walking away from her. He was tall, steady, and gave off an aura that no one could approach him.
“Mr. Moser!”
She mustered up her courage and shouted loudly at the figure from behind, her voice trembling with urgency.
The figure did not pause.
Mina took a deep breath and shouted again, “Wherever you’re going! Go do whatever you want!”
“Here! Grandma Hannah’s shop!” She raised her voice, her tone more firm than ever before, “If you get tired one day, this place will always be waiting for you to come back!”
“The desserts you make,” she said, her voice slowing down slightly but becoming clearer, “can bring happiness to people! Really!”
This time, the figure seemed to pause slightly, but he did not turn back. He continued to move forward and blended into the night.