【公开课课件】读后续写：烘焙店.pptx

;;Aram and Rossis Bakery Walking along the narrow brick sidewalk, Aram took a deep breath. The air smelled of lemons and baked bread and coffee, coming from Rossis Italian Bakery. He was almost there. Aram still couldnt believe his luck. All his friends were working boring summer jobs - waiting tables and babysitting. And here he was, about to start as an actual bakers assistant, doing what he loved. It was all thanks to his Aunt Rita. She knew Mrs Rossi and had arranged everything. It was the perfect experience for his future career. Rossis Bakery, he was sure, would one day be known as the place where he got his start. Ah, here he was - the bakery. A faded wooden sign over the door read Rossis Bakery. Aram straightened his shoulders and entered. Mrs Rossi was sitting at the counter, looking old and wise. Aram greeted her and stuck out his hand. Mrs Rossi looked at it for a second before turning around and waving him inside.Im ready to learn everything, Aram said. Great. Lets start with the cash register, Mrs Rossi said, because thats what youll be doing.She showed him how to use the cash register. It wasnt hard. The pastry trays were all marked by price, and there werent that many choices anyway. Thats it? Aram said, his heart sinking. But when do we bake? Bake? I order wholesale now. No more baking. Im too old. Then Mrs Rossi silently held up her hands. Aram took in her knotted, swollen fingers, and he understood. A wave of disappointment struck him. Sadness overwhelmed him so suddenly that he couldnt think of a word to say. He sighed, and Mrs Rossi sighed, too. I used to bake it all. Bread and cakes. And no one did it better than me. But that was when these things worked, said Mrs Rossi holding up her hands once more and glancing across the shelves filled with empty bottles labelled with names of the various ingredients(配料)she once used.Suddenly she came alive,waving her arthritic(关节炎的) hands.People used to line up around the corner. Everyone wanted my baked