I Sold Western Pastries in Ancient Times

An Xin is a top student who graduated from university in 211985. Many people thought she would work in a world-famous company, but she packed her bags and returned to her hometown in the countryside, saying she wanted to open a Western pastry shop, which surprised everyone. The old house was passed down from my grandparents. It has a Chinese-style courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, cornices and brackets, and rockeries and green lotuses. She was very satisfied and bought an oven, a whisk and various molds, and turned the kitchen into a professional baking room. But as soon as the door of the pastry shop opened, the world changed. Restaurants and teahouses were lined up in rows. On the street, Chinese clothes were short and brown, both men and women had long hair, and their speech was strangely refined. A household register appeared out of thin air on the kitchen table. When An Xin opened it, he saw it read: An Xin (female household), fifteen years old, alone, living in a second house, with a total of five acres, and no land. Good guy, An Xin calls him good guy, the pastry shop opened in ancient times! But when she walked out of the door, the colorful rotating lights in the hair salon opposite made her eyes hurt. Yes, then I will sell pastries in ancient times during the day and return to modern times at night. —— The emperor of the Daye Dynasty loved to go out of the palace, and he happened to meet the proprietress of a small shop. She was so pretty that she was worthy of being the mother of the country! An Xin's face was full of disgust: I don't like sleeping on your hard bed! Silly Yanzhou: Madam, I am willing to let you sleep with that soft Simmons. Concept: the intersection and integration of different cultures