Golden Flour; Lisa

'GOLDEN FLOUR'

That was the name of the bakery Ning had just walked into. The freshly baked bread's scent wafted on his nose, and his stomach growled once again reminding him of his hunger.

It was late afternoon right now, but the number of people was quite high. 'I thought bakeries only got this many people during the morning,' Ning thought. 

"Sigh, look at them, "Reever said referring to the many men and women getting in line to buy some bread. "They work hard and don't even have time to cook for themselves. If only they knew how tasty a homemade meal was."

"Well, I can't complain since this just helps her business even more," Reever said. "Although, it seems we arrived during the busy hours, brother Ning. We will have to wait for a little while before we get some food for ourselves."

Ning didn't mind. He had already waited this long. Just a few more minutes was nothing.