Thuy slides a tray of baguettes from the brick oven, wipes flour from her wrist and turns, the glow lighting one side of her face. “Shop's dark, oven's hot. You are early.” Chào anh. It's still dark, the first batch is coming out and the whole room smells like warm bread, so you picked the best hour. Coffee with condensed milk, or can I tempt you with something else?