Family bakery from "summary" of Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker,Wendy Xu
The family bakery stood on the corner of the bustling street, its windows adorned with colorful signs boasting of freshly baked treats. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sugar and dough, a comforting aroma that wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a cold night. The walls were lined with shelves of pastries and cakes, each one lovingly crafted by the skilled hands of generations past. The bakery was a place of tradition and community, where neighbors would gather to gossip and catch up over a cup of steaming tea and a slice of cake. It was a hub of activity, with the sound of laughter and chatter mingling with the hum of the ovens and the clink of utensils on countertops. The family that ran the bakery was a tight-knit group, each member playing their part in keeping the business running smoothly. Every morning, the youngest member of the family would arrive before dawn to start preparing the day's baked goods, kneading dough and shaping pastries with practiced hands. As the sun rose, the rest of t...
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