""Of course, thank you for your patronage!" The old man said, "we hope you could visit us again!"

As the young man exited the bakery, the old man looked at him from the inside as the young man got out of view from the store window. It was then that he already finished, and placed half a bucket of butter down. The young girl came out, after finally finishing to wash the dishes and the baking. To which she needed to clean the flour smears off of her and take off the apron.

"Opa, is the butter ready?" she asked.

"Yes, the butter is ready," he said, as he gave some of the wrapped butter blocks to her. Fifteen was the normal amount they would sell, and they would have some leftover for the priest. The rest is booked by the inn, and whatever's left is made to bread.

"Alright," she took the butter on the tray and got to the back, her cart was ready. They were filling it with fresh baked bread and some of the loaves and pastries in the shop. The young girl had taken off her apron, and looked presentable, she got to her grandfather and kissed him on the cheek.

"Bye Opa!" She said with a cheery smile, as she got on her horse and moved out to the city plaza, the sundoon-markt is going to begin soon in front of the station, and she already has a good spot to sell her bread.