The last place he headed to was a shopping district that had been established in this neighborhood for quite a long time. After entering the store and catching his breath for a moment, Simon asked the question he had probably asked countless times before.
"Sir, do you know where I can find fish-shaped bread filled with apple jam?"
"Fish-shaped bread with apple jam? Young man, you have quite an unusual taste. Who puts apple jam in fish-shaped bread?"
"I see. Thank you."
"Wait a minute..."
At that moment, the elderly man with graying hair tilted his head, trying to recall something.
"Do you remember something?"
"I saw something on TV a few days ago. They said a fish-shaped bread café had opened. They supposedly have every kind of fish-shaped bread you can imagine. Maybe you could find it there...?"
"A fish-shaped bread café? Thank you so much, sir!"
Simon bowed 90 degrees to the elderly man and immediately started running off somewhere.
