Ascendance of a Bookworm

The next morning, for the first time, I got out of bed and saw the room.

Ooh, it's like a hotel.

Eight or so tatami corners of the room are covered beds, otherwise it's a simple room with just three round tables and chairs and a fireplace.

But the floor is covered with a thick carpet, and the windows are shaken with curtains, probably to avoid gaze from the outside, fitted with all kinds of corrugated design glass.

It's a room that costs a lot of money even if it looks simple.

And by the chair near the door, there was already a working woman waiting.

"Good morning. Wash your face here. We'll show you to the dining room when you get dressed."

"Yes, sir"

Hot water is prepared to wash your face and you are given a clean cloth. I'm a little freaked out because I'm exhausted.

"Please get dressed here. I know it's rude, but it's a mistake to be moved around the house in your clothes."

"Okay."

They say the clothes removed by her are ancient from Frieda. My heart jumps on beautiful clothes with no joints I haven't worn in a long time.

Have your hair combed, and the tweezers do it themselves.

The working woman looked uncommonly at the jaws, but without uttering a word, she put an end to my discipline.

When they took me to the dining room, Frieda and the guild chief were already waiting for me. I haven't thanked the guild chief yet, even though he remains to take care of me.

"Good morning, Guild Leader. Thank you for your help this time."

The guild chief nodded lightly to my greeting and replied.

Frieda approaches early enough to touch my forehead and neck with a pebble. A little cold in my hand, I flaunted myself, but I didn't mind.

"Morning, Mine. Looks like the fever's dropping completely, huh?

"Morning, Frieda. You're doing great. It's so neat."

Were you checking the heat? I laughed when I found out why Frieda was acting so abruptly. Frieda laughed back happily, and as we were headed to the table together, the guild chief snorted, hun.

"You seem to be feeling better. Most importantly, this is the kind of magic aid you get. I want to keep it for when something happens to Frieda."

"Dear Uncle!

"You're not wrong about the guild chief. It was collected for Frieda. Thank you, Guild Leader, for conceding your precious magic equipment."

It's a precious thing you've got, using your connections and money as a guild leader to the fullest. Though I'll pay for it, it's nothing but luck that got me conceded.

"Mine, think about what you're gonna do after this."

"Yes."

"Then I have to report to Mine's family that I'm awake. I'm gonna set up a messenger, but do you have anything to tell me?

I was a little short on the word messenger, but it can't be better for the guild leader to head directly to us. It's normal to use it.

A young man is called out for use to check our position.

"Um, I want to thank Frieda, so I'd be glad to hear you tell her you want me to bring you 'Simple Lincoln'."

We still say Simple Lincian, but it doesn't seem to be a name I can remember right away in one go. The face of the messenger trying to remember the message was so distorted.

"Kanyichang......? Um, excuse me, may I ask you again?

"Uh, if you could just say liquid that makes your hair stick, I think the family would know. Sorry to bother you, thank you."

"That's the liquid that makes your hair stick. Yes, sir."

Dropping off the messenger, he noticed that the guild chief was looking at me as he stroked his jaw. I think I've seen some unpleasant grin before.

Mine's got a lot of interesting stuff.

"Yeah, I was hoping to exchange it for magic equipment, but I'm disappointed it came off."

I'm scared to be surrounded by these two in a situation where there's no Benno or Lutz. He's going to be swallowed up at some point.

"Magic Equipment Money! I'll pay you first."

I would be in trouble if I were somehow plucked and caught the price, so I would instantly match the guild leader with the guild card and end the payment.

"I didn't know you really had it... you Benno"

The guild leader groaned in regret. Benno apparently dived through the net the guild chief was stretching through.

Good job, Mr. Benno!

"Mine, eat plenty"

"I'll have it."

I don't feel I can stop my face from shining.

Because the bread that went out for breakfast is white bread! White bread made from wheat alone! Besides, you can spend as much honey as you like, it's not too luxurious.

After cheeks of sweet and delicious bread, reach for the soup.

Although the soup tasted good in salt, the taste of the vegetables felt like it was escaping. After all, I guess I'm totally boiling once and throwing away the boiling juice. As a cooking method around here, I guess it's settled.

Bacon eggs were very tasty and even have fruit as a dessert.

I was impressed with the kind of luxurious breakfast I was having in Japan. Rich breakfast, very tasty.

eating guhagu, the guild chief frowned and looked at me.

"Where did Mine learn manners?

"I didn't learn anything in particular?

I have not lied because I read and fished manners books and practiced them in my family but never officially learned them.

The guild chief frowned further, looking at me with a face that wrote clear and inexplicable, but ending his breakfast in a direction that he did not care as much as possible. If you care, you lose.

At the end of breakfast, the guild chief went out to work.

The news of the visitor arrives where me and Frieda are taking one. He stopped by to say that he could just look at my face before our family headed to work.

"Mine!... WOW!?

My mother interrupted me, trying to push my popping father away.

"You woke up. Good for you. I thought my heart would stop when Lutz told me I had fallen in Mr. Benno's shop and was transported to Mr. Frieda's house."

"I'm sorry to bother you. Something I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the same sick Frieda."

I can't believe they used magic equipment that cost two small gold coins and eight large silver coins, to be honest, they must be going down.

"Thank you so much, Frieda"

"Mother, did you bring me the thank-you 'Simple Lincian'?

This is the only thing that came to mind that I can thank you for besides the money, but Frieda is baptizing tomorrow, so I think it's just the right time to brush it up shiny.

"Yep. I don't know if something like this would be appreciated, though. Touri."

"Thank you for helping Mine, Mr. Frieda"

Touri says so and gives Frieda a smaller pot. Frieda took it nicely and sat back a little.

"You're welcome."

"I really appreciate it. I heard from Lutz that he was in pretty dangerous condition. Thank you so much for helping our daughter. Mine, if you're looking good, are you coming back to us today?

My father's eyes come home early, he complains. I'm worried about my family, so as far as I'm concerned, I want to go home if I can, but Frieda smiled and stood up.

"No, that's as we talked about yesterday, and Mine will be kept here until Baptist Day to see how it goes. Something that's troublesome when your body changes suddenly."

"... right"

"I'll take care of you, thank you"

My mother turns to Frieda and sits back.

Greeting, I thought, and as I stepped forward to take a closer look, Tulli wrapped Gassi around my cheeks with both hands.

"We're going to work, but Mine's like always. Don't tell me."

"I know, Touri. Pick me up when it's christening day. Good luck with your work."

I had to hurry, and it was almost different than my family leaving in a hurry, and now Lutz came.

"He said he woke up. What about the fever? Did it really go down?

In the morning, as Frieda was doing, she starts touching the pepper and my forehead and neck muscles to check for heat. Rutz's hand, coming from outside, was so cold that it could not be compared to Frieda's that I screamed.

"Hey, Lutz! Hands, cold!

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"You're worried. I'm fine now."

"... it's okay, like, a year, right?

Lutz, who knows both the story of eating and the story of magic equipment, points his lips just to say he's not happy yet. But it's important that we get about a year's respite.

"Yeah.... I'll think about it a lot in the meantime or see if there's any good way. I have to make a book first."

"Mine is just that. Well, then, me, don't even let Benno's husband know. I said yesterday I'd come and see your face in the afternoon."

As soon as Benno's name came out, Frieda's expression became muddled. Until now, with a step back, you've been listening to a conversation between me and Lutz, but you break in between.

"Well, I'm in trouble this afternoon. We promise to make sweets this afternoon. Right, Mine?

Somehow, I don't feel very good about letting Frieda and Benno meet right now. Anyway, I only have a bad feeling that I'm about to be harmed the most, or that I can see a future that's going to pinch me and stare at me and board me.

"Hey, Lutz. I'm sorry, but tell Mr. Benno I'm going to the store again."

"Fine... what are you making? New?"

As for Lutz, he seems more concerned about making sweets he promises Frieda than about Benno.

Couscous, laughing, I shook my head.

"I can't decide what to make without talking to the cook."

"Oh, not that Mine decides?

At a time when I don't know what materials and tools I can use, I can't think of what to make.

And if the cook is a cooperative person, I'd like to make it a little easier to finish if you think it's a hassle, though a little laborious treat would be nice.

"I have no idea what materials or tools I can use, so I can't decide."

"But you made it for Lutz, didn't you?

Frieda pointed her lips so that she was not convinced by my explanation. There's no way we can think together of a Frieda house with a very cloudy difference in material from a Lutz house with similar living standards and very different tools to have.

"I only teach how to make it. At Lutz's house, Lutz's house ingredients are used to make them. Right, Lutz?

"Oh, Mine's not strong enough, not strong enough, not tall enough."

"I can do it in the evening, so I'll save you enough to taste it, okay?

"Seriously!? I'm looking forward to it."

Frieda seemed to be burning a sense of confrontation at Lutz, and after he glanced at the door where Lutz had left, he looked at me with a disgruntled face, lovingly swelling his cheeks.

Mine's too sweet for Lutz.

"That's not true. Rather, the other way around. Lutz is too sweet for me."

To my words, Frieda became even more muddled. Honestly, I don't know how Frieda gets upset.

To me in trouble, Frieda pokes her index finger at Bishi.

"Then I will spoil mine too"

"Huh? Why?

"Because even though my best friend is Mine, I regret that Mine's best friend is not me"

What, you cute creature.

I want to poke you in the cheek.

When I find out Frieda's reason for being grumpy is a jerk, all I get is a tickling grin.

"So you mean play with girls you can't do with Lutz, so don't you get in a good mood?

"Playing with girls?

I think of something that I can enjoy, sayin 'I have to with Touri.

Frieda's hobby to lean her neck is money. Doll play by regular girls is also going to expand diagonally. That would be interesting too, but not so much time we can play together.

"You can't bathe together, wash your hair, gobble up and chat in your bed with each other without women, can you?

"Well, nice. So let's go with the cook to make some sweets first"

Frieda drew my hand, and I was taken to the kitchen.

There was a slightly fuzzy woman there who had just finished cleaning up after breakfast. She said she was no different from our mother when she was old, and the atmosphere resembles that of Aunt Carla, Lutz's mother.

"Ilse, Ilse. I'm talking about today's treat..."

"Yes, ma'am. You make it with your friends, don't you? I've heard it many times already."

"May I ask what ingredients you have?

When I asked the question, Ilse raised her eyebrows just a little bit.

"What the hell are you going to use the ingredients for?

"Uh, basically, whether you have flour, butter, sugar, or eggs. I don't have sugar to make it with us, so I use jam or honey, but I wanted to ask if it was here..."

Confectionery making changes dramatically with or without ingredients and tools. There's a good reason why treats that can be made at Rutz's house are limited to pancake-based and French toast.

"I have sugar."

"Is it true! Wow! Oh, uh, so, do you have an oven, too?

"I do. That's where you see it, isn't it?

When Ilse deflected her body slightly, she saw a large firewood oven.

My chest is getting swollen in anticipation. And I will gaze up at Ilse with my hands together before my breasts.

"There's an oven, which means there's some vessels and iron plates that can be used in the oven, right?

"Of course I do."

"There's also a scale, isn't there?

"Bye."

I rejoiced so little in Ilse's answer, which I praised on my shoulders as a matter of course.

"Wow! This is going to bake 'cake' too."

The recipes for the treats come to mind one after the other. Of course, there is a recipe that I remember some portions of.

Is that it? But even if you remember the recipe, there's no way the weight notation here is grammed. What are we gonna do?

Thoughts were flying just to make sweets, so I totally forgot, but you can't just have ingredients and tools to make sweets. If you don't weigh the portions properly, you fail.

The paru cake made at Lutz's house felt like okonomiyaki, so it swelled and thickened differently every time. I could handle it because if I had the amount, I would have had a boy satisfied with it, but if I were to make it in earnest, the exact amount would be a must.

You can't let me even use the firewood oven at Frieda's house and fail, and there's no way I can make a trial and error.

Didn't something happen? A treat that seems like it can be made even if it's not an exact gram notation.

I was thinking of a treat that I might be able to make even if I didn't know the gram, and I remembered one perfect thing in a French sweet book.

"Uh, I'm going to make a treat called 'Katorkar'"

Katorkar means four quarters in French. It's a cake with the same amount of flour, eggs, butter and sugar. Cattle curls can be made by weighing the same amount at a time, even if the unit of weight is not known.

"You've never heard of it. What kind of treat?

"It's a treat made with the same amount of flour, eggs, butter and sugar."

"Are you seriously going to build something like that?

And as Ilse turned her eyes a little, I withdraw my foreword, as a surprise.

"... if you can't, I'll make it something else, right?

"Not impossible, but you really know how to make it, don't you?

"Yes."

We withdrew from the kitchen, promising to have the firewood oven ready in time to make sweets.

Then me and Frieda started looking for aprons for making sweets. I've never done anything to help with housework. I hear Frieda's never worn an apron before.

A working woman came looking for me. Wear it and cover your hair with a large handkerchief.

When we went to the kitchen at the appointed time, Ilse laughed with her eyes round as if she had fallen back.

"Oh, my lady. That's a lot of temperament."

"Yep. I make them, too."

Unfortunately, there was no cake mould, so I decided to use a small iron pan as a mould and decided to start making it.

"Well, shall I ask you to explain how to make it? I can't make it unless I know how it works."

"Yes. First, weigh the portions and foam the eggs and sugar at about the temperature of the human skin"

"How do you make it human?

"You know, you put hot water in a bowl bigger than this, and you put it on and you warm it up."

"Oh, that's hot sauce. Then we have to boil the water before we weigh the portions."

Unlike gas stoves, hot water doesn't boil immediately. As a matter of course, I haven't made any authentic treats here, so I really don't notice the details of that.

"Foaming eggs and sugar is the most important thing. Foam until moistened, add sifted flour and mix to cut. Then add the melted butter and mix it together with a sawdust to avoid breaking the foamed eggs as much as possible."

"You melt butter. Do you cook them when you mix them all up?

"Yes."

Apparently, Ilse grasped the flow and took out the scale and placed it on the workbench. Instructions are then given to weigh the material that was arranged.

As Ilse teaches me how to use the scale, I weigh the ingredients in the same amount as Frieda and myself.

Meanwhile, Ilse began to boil water.

Weigh eggs and sugar first, fry in hot water and have Ilse even foam at a temperature of about human skin. This bubbling changes the puffiness and delicacy of the cake.

Meanwhile, the two of us weighed the flour and butter.

"That's perfect."

"Let's put butter on the mould."

"Why?"

"To make it easier to get the cake out."

Apply butter to the iron pan and thin out the flour. Without a cake mould, there's no paper, so I can't help it.

"Shall I sift the flour after"

Be careful not to splash around and apply to the sieve. It is important to sift about 3 times and keep plenty of air in.

"Well, the yellow eggs are getting a lot whiter and the quantity is increasing."

Frieda stares enviously at Gasha Gasha and the foaming Ilse at hand. It is obvious that he wants to mix it up, so Ilse gave the bowl and foam to Frieda, laughing.

"Do you want to try?

"Yep!

Frieda quickly retired, although she began to gasp happily. Making cakes without a hand mixer is an arm's length battle.

"Is that about it?

"Yes! I'll add flour to this"

Set the sieve again over the bowl and add the powder as you sieve, then I make sure to cut the dough with a wooden slab and mix.

"This is how I mix it up. Next add the butter. Is it melting?

"Oh, I left it at the side of the water after I gave it to you."

"Mr. Ilse, please take turns. Arms are the limit......"

"Not at all. Neither lady has power."

With a bitter smile, Ilse took my place. Add butter in the same procedure and have it mixed.

Frieda looks closer at the iron pan to be cake-shaped, with her eyes shining.

"If I pour it into the mould, this is how I drop the tongue and get the air out"

The iron mould is heavy, so I'll take care of Ilse. Nor does Ilse seem to think that we can do it from the beginning, and he does it as I explain.

"Now you can cook it in the oven"

I'm not sure how to use the firewood oven, so it would be best to leave it to Ilse.

When you put an iron pan with cake fabric in the Zao hot oven, close the lid immediately with Gachan.

"While I'm cleaning up, I think I can cook it."

I smelled fluffy and good as Ilse helped clean up after me with a stiff move, in the middle of the way and help.

It's so cute that Frieda is softening and restless.

"Did you burn it already?

"Not yet."

Oh, speaking of which, you didn't bamboo here, did you?

How do we make sure it burns?