My father and mother also gave me wine ink.

For this reason, it was decided to ask your father for a daily meeting to be dedicated to His Majesty the King.

"Daisy, would you mind adding some 'fluffy bread' to your offerings?

Your father, who returned from work that day, said something unexpected.

We turned the conversation into a sofa in the living room.

"Is that it? Didn't we talk about no bread?

I lean my neck in wonder as I sit back on the couch.

"If I had asked His Majesty's Attorney General to coordinate the interview, you would just see His Majesty himself. I told you firsthand that I wanted to offer you wine. And then I said, 'Is wine the only thing you made when you saw that book? Didn't Daisy enjoy the book herself?' Asked me."

Your father kept his weight on the back of the couch in a tired manner as he talked about the situation.

"So I told His Majesty that I was going to talk about 'fluffy bread'..."

To my words, yeah, your father nodded.

"Was His Majesty's family the Queen, His Royal Highness the First Prince and His Highness the First Princess?

"Oh, yeah. We have children who can turn six and three, respectively."

... Then the greed came to me (although the prince is of the same age!) that I would like something more pleasant for His Royal Highness, although only fluffy bread would be fine.

By the way, he said the day of devotion was decided a week later in relation to His Majesty's convenience being filled.

"That's why you can have eight pieces of bread in one go, so you want half of it to be some kind of creative bread."

I was sitting in a lab chair, waving a bottle with apple-based yeast liquid in it, consulting Marcus. I got a good apple today.

"Something the princes would love...... something sweet? You want me to put you on a piece of bread? Or mix in the dough? No, it looks delicious, but it's different."

Marcus conceives with a view of the void in his ascendancy.

"Bread and... sweet things... would it be jam if I said sweet?

I answer.

"That's right! Pinch the jam in the bread and bake!

I figured it out! Marcus slaps his desk in the palm of his hand all the time.

"And I'm surprised you took a bite! A jam appears from the inside!

Marcus continues with a lucid look.

"" Let the Bobs try to make it!

We ran into the kitchen with yeast liquid.

During the afternoon tea time, I had it tasted as a snack for my mother and brother and sister.

"Wow! Strawberry jam came from the bread!

"I'm a blueberry!

"I wonder if I'm a cinnamon punch with apple jam. I've never seen bread like this before."

In the sense of 'surprise', the idea seems to be a great success.

... but.

"Hmm, without tea, my mouth will be crunchy"

That's what I said, and your sister was asking the samurai to replace the tea.

"A little more like this...... can't you add something moist, not just jam?

Mother wants another idea, too.

This is how the first prototype was supposed to take home the challenge.

Now it was a reflection for the four of us in the kitchen, including Bob and Maria.

"Sure, this makes me want moisture."

Bob also took a bite and mouthed the hot and cold.

"Moisturizing, if it's too much water, it'll make the bread look vishable."

Put your hands on your cheeks, and Maria's a troubled face.

"If you decide to add the jam, it would be nice to add something with a modest sweetness... the pudding is a little stiff and different. Array to be baked in a plate...... custard tart? Wasn't that moist and smooth?

"Is that cream?

Bob tilts his neck.

"Isn't that troll and difficult to wrap in bread?

I look like Maria can do it too.

"That's it!

I pointed to the 'refrigerator'. Even so... the point is the simple structure of the storage machine, which cools down the warehouse by keeping large amounts of ice in it.

"Put the custard cream in the tray and let it cool and it'll get a little stiff. Lay it on flattened bread dough and jam it on. Close your mouth and shape, and you'll be able to bread with custard cream and jam!

"Now let's make a second one! You'll make it for tea time tomorrow afternoon!

Bob and Maria accepted!

The next day was a holiday, so your father was there for tea time in the afternoon.

Asking for a tasting of the prototype for the little lords, the tea offering is sweet bread again.

"Wow, the cream is coming from inside!

My brother, who first wore it, is amazed with the cream on the edge of his mouth.

"Well, the bread itself is a little moist."

My sister, who didn't like the feeling of pasa, also liked this and went into the second bite after she shared her thoughts.

"Custard's not too sweet, so it's easy for me to eat too"

Your father seems to be okay, too.

"I am satisfied with what I have requested. It's delicious."

Mother chuckles, too.

Thus, we finally decided on an item for the day of our dedication.