The whole place screams "This is a family-owned business" through and through and most likely, from the previous structures I have seen, the family should be living on the second floor of this place. As for the two people making bread, they should be mother and son as to where the father of the family is, who knows?
Instead of sitting, I started walking along the shelves, curiously looking at the assortment of goods they offer. Most of them were just plain buns, loaves of bread that is meant to be used for dipping soup or simple spreads and lastly small pies with meat inside. As for sweet things, there was none at all and it immediately made me sad. I still ordered a piece of each to taste their creations since the kind lady invited me in earlier. Fortunately, they have some hot cocoa for drinks so it made me feel just a tiny bit better.
