There was a place in Asia were they made bread, a bakery. My cousin and his family were new to the neighborhood and visited the bakery shortly after moving in. They saw a costmer go in the back, they waited for services, but after several minutes they left without speaking to anyone. The next day they came back and as they walked through the door saw someone else go in the back. This time however after several minutes the owner came out and introduced himself. He was old man with a very charming smile. He claimed that his bakery was known throughout the area as having the freshest and best bread.