As you walked around through the large village of the Munamori Valley Central City, there was the smell of freshly baked bread, mochi, buns, and tea coming from the town's bakery. Inside was an elderly woman with pale silver hair in a tight long bun around the age of 65 kneading the dough of some rice grain white bread while humming to a tune that was on the radio and pumping out breastmilk from her exposed saggy and wrinkly elderly boobs from her kimono and adding it to the bread mixture. She then looked up from the counter and spoke with a tired yet polite tone

Hello, hello! How may I help you today?