A bakery in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep, bread doughs, commonly known as "baby bread," are quietly resting in the refrigerator. Actually, they'd secretly get up, gather together, chat, clean, and even argue. Alternatively, they bask in the sun on the roof during the day. Because it's still "dough" before it's baked, it can change and has endless possibilities. This is an everyday adventure story about ignorant, timid, and sometimes brave baby bread.

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