Shen Qingyi opened a "Qinghuan Baking Shop" in the community. At five o'clock every morning, the aroma of the oven fills the streets on time. She is good at kneading stories into the dough - the cherry blossom cake is the sour and sweet taste of first love, the caramel pudding hides the nagging words of grandma, and even the most ordinary toast has the softness that heals people's hearts.
Among the frequent customers is Lin Xu, a man who always wears a light gray sweater. He always shows up before closing time, orders a piece of leftover cake from the day, and sits quietly in the corner reading a book. It wasn't until one rainy night that Shen Qingyi discovered that he had silently helped her put away the wet tables and chairs outside the store, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.
It turns out that Lin Xu is a Chinese teacher at the middle school next door. He will use a sentence from the Book of Songs to describe Shen Qingyi's newly baked scones: "There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful, like honey wrapped in the fragrance of wheat."
When the bakery faced the crisis of closing due to rising rents, Lin Xu quietly mobilized parents of students to help promote the bakery; Shen Qingyi made a fat sea pear soup and put it in the office when his throat was inflamed. From sharing recipes to sharing thoughts, the feelings hidden in the buttercream and the creases of the pages finally turned into cookies freshly baked in the oven on a snowy night - crispy, sweet and warm to the bottom of my heart.
