The Foreign Softness

##Bab 53 Running Smoothly

"Mom, add the chicken frame and offal."

I heard Juli yell at a middle-aged woman and the woman replied, "OK."

Only then did I find out that this bastard Dean brought Cindy and I here to help with his affair business.

Instantly, I immediately felt disgusted at Dean. Candra has an affair and she knows to ask him to stay in another city. But Dean instead, he takes his fiancee to a restaurant run by his affair. He really made Cindy an idiot.

I pointed at Juli and said to Cindy, "It looks like the girl is very familiar with Dean."

My initial intention was to attract Cindy, but it didn't occur to me that Cindy just glanced at her and said, "Oh, that's the new assistant at Dean's company. I've seen him before, he's quite capable."

Me, "..."

"Cindy, Dean was so nice to the assistant. Just buy it to the shop the assistant's family opened. Dean really helped him make money."

Reluctantly I reminded Cindy, I wish Cindy could think a little more.

But Cindy just smiled disapprovingly, "He's Dean's employee, it should be a boss cheering up his employees!"

Well, I'm really at a loss for words.

Dean walks in here carrying two large plates of barbecue, Cindy asks me to eat with a smile. How could I possibly have an appetite? I ate while thinking about how to get Cindy to notice that Dean and Juli were having an unusual relationship. So, the food I eat is tasteless. After eating for a long time, I don't even know what a barbecue tastes like.

Juli brought her own plate of barbecue, then she said very politely, "This is a gift from our store, good-bye."

As Juli spoke, her eyes looked over and stopped as she looked at Cindy's face. The pause seemed to have another meaning, while I quickly lowered my head, Juli knows me, I cannot let her see me.

Fortunately, it is now dusk. Although there were lights around, it was not enough to see one's face clearly.

I bow my head again. Juli turned around and walked away nonstop.

I believe that Juli knew about Cindy's whereabouts, so this girl is not a****** regular.

"The scent on the girl's body seemed very similar to the scent on Dean's car" I said, pretending to be ordinary.

Dean's expression stiffened, "In the morning, I drove him out to finish the job, the scent in the car being stuck from his body."

My eyes emitted a cold sneer, Dean's mind was still spinning fast.

"Cindy, you just took an annual leave. You have to go and help Dean. He's alone busy all day, don't let him get tired."

When I opened my mouth, Dean didn't wait for Cindy to answer him, he said repeatedly, "No, no. Cindy can finally rest for a few days, I don't want to bother her, let her rest at home and nourish her body."

I snorted, Dean has started to bring out his true nature.

As I was about to speak again to expose her rot, Cindy smiled and said, "My body is fine, I go every day to the orphanage, really do not have time to go to her shop. Anyway, I don't know anything about his work. I'm leaving, maybe I'll trouble him. So, I better do my job.

No matter how I attacked her, Cindy didn't think about the thing I pointed at. I'm secretly angry, Cindy, how can I just wake her up?

At this moment, I unintentionally glanced and looked across the street, a woman walking hastily while holding the hand of a child, holding the hand of a child, the woman was five or sixty years old and the faint shadow of the child looked familiar.

From a distance of over 100 meters and the light was not very clear, my intuition told me that the child was my son.

I don't know where her foster mother went, why that woman took my son. At that moment, I threw the goat satay that I had eaten half, then I stepped my foot and ran across the road.

"Clar!"

Cindy was surprised to see me running away all of a sudden.

"Don't mind her, she's crazy."

I heard Dean's voice coming along with the hot wind from the barbecue stall. That guy's starting to hate me.

But I don't have time to care about it. I want to chase my son, I don't want him to disappear from my sight.

The woman walked quickly while holding my son's small hand, as if he was in a hurry. My son's body was small and his legs were short, so he couldn't follow the woman's footsteps. My son fell down so badly he cried in pain. The woman didn't care about my son's life and death, she slapped my son's ass hard and scolded, "Crying, crying. You only know how to cry. All day long can only mourn!"

He scolded while holding my son in his arms, then he walked forward quickly.

"Stop, wait!" I shouted out loud. There were a lot of cars passing by on the road and there was still an isolation belt in the middle of the road, so I couldn't run across the road at all. I'm anxious and angry. I took the opportunity when the streets were empty and ran to the isolation belt. I raised my leg and was about to pass through it, but the isolation belt was very high. I was stuck there with a very bad posture. After a long time, I had only managed to run across the street, but my son and the woman had been taken away by bus to the western suburbs of the city.

At that moment, I crouched down on the side of the road and cried uncontrollably.

Son, I lost you again.

"Clarah! Clara!"

Cindy was out of breath, her body was a little shorter than me and it was clear she was hard to get through that heavy isolation belt. His forehead was filled with sweat.

Dean followed him while complaining loudly, "What are you running for? Like just possessed!"

Cindy glared at him, Dean suddenly stopped his words.

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Cindy, I lost my son again."

Cindy sighed, "It's okay, you are mother and son, sooner or later you will meet."

We didn't go back to the barbecue. Cindy asked Dean to bring us back. It could be seen that Dean was unwilling, but he still drove us back to the apartment.

All night, I thought over and over again, who took my son and slapped him? Where's my son's foster mother?

Did you give my son to someone else?

Many times, I rolled around until dawn until I felt more anxious. Cindy didn't go to the orphanage, she purposely stayed to keep me company and we went to the western suburbs of the city together.

The two of us left in the morning, when we arrived at the western outskirts of the city, we asked from village to village. But after a long day, we found nothing.

For days the result was the same as this.

I was desperate and said, "Cindy, we don't have to look anymore. We still have a lot to do. He is my son, we are mother and son, sooner or later we will meet."

Even though I saw my son and the woman take the bus to the western suburbs of the city, it didn't mean that they were actually living in the western suburbs of the city. Maybe they just change buses and don't know where they're going next.

Now, I still have a lot of work to do.

Cindy's annual vacation is over and I used all my savings during this period to open my store.

I named it "Happy Cookie Shop".

But after a few days, other than the people who passed by accidentally and Cindy's customers who came, almost nothing came into my shop.

At night, the cakes I made with great difficulty had to be sold at a 50% discount%. It makes me feel very depressed.

I understand that there are so many cake shops in this city, many of which are branches of well-known brands and I have no competitiveness at all.

If I just make a regular cake, I'm afraid my business will go bankrupt.

After a night of thinking, I made some blue and white color cakes, then took pictures and posted them on famous forums.

Cake called blue and white pattern cake is to use western style cake as a base ingredient and on the outside using cream, cream, and, jam as well as other western style materials to create blue and white patterns.

Compared to the western style pure cakes that are popular and fascinating today, this blue and white pattern cake can be described as a unique cake and slightly different from the others. There were a lot of messages under my post asking for the address of the store.

At this moment, the people who entered my shop also stopped in front of the blue and white pattern cakes I made.

Not many young people like these themes, but there are many people in this city who love the old fashioned style. They advocate ancient cultural styles and love to wear old-fashioned clothes. They have good names called connoisseurs of ancient cultures.

To promote my cake, I continued to post on the Internet. I wore a neatly made old-fashioned dress and held an old-fashioned pattern cake in my hand. When I saw the picture of the peach forest and the beautiful picture of a woman lying inside the painting I painted inside the cake, there were countless messages in the post.

There are many exclamations that say this cake is very beautiful.

After that, every day my store receives a lot of customers who come. They are all lovers of old fashioned styles. "Peach forest" was bought by a young girl who liked the old-fashioned style. It costs 1 million without a penny discount.

Subsequently, my cake shop orders continued, some for the blue and white pattern series, some for "spring views" and some for "ships in the night sky".

These cakes are poetic and pictorial, coupled with my imagination, they really have a different uniqueness. Instantly, many cake orders came in.

I also changed the name "Happy Cookie" to "Peach Forest Cake Shop".

That night, I was still working overtime at the store, I prepared the ingredients of tomorrow's customer's cake. Cindy came over and she said with a smile, "Last-lately it seems like your business has been very smooth."

I was so busy that I didn't raise my head, "Yes, I'm really busy."

Cindy said, "What if you ask someone to help you. You just design the outside and paint the cake, the rest ask the employees to do it. It can't be if you just rely on you to do everything yourself."

I also thought about it, "Well, when I get back I'll find an employee."

While I was busy with my work, Cindy added, "Now, your shop business is running smoothly, it's time to solve your personal problems. I know a guy who's a military officer, now works at the tax bureau. He's very friendly. I'm introducing you, huh?"