Sweet Reincarnation

"This is what the Mortairns have developed."

"Development, it's not so exaggerated, but it's not in any other house. No, I'm proud to say it's the world's first treat."

"Ho, the world's first. What is this?"

Explaining to the astonishing Viscount Vetzen eldest son, Aberto, is the proxy pastry for the Lords of the Mortairn family. Just three days after the production of the new sweets. I was flying around to purchase ingredients for two days, so I would have made a whole new treat in a net day.

Aberto was surprised because he mistakenly thought he'd been showing off his hidden balls. New technologies, new products, new products are things that take a long time and a lot of effort to create. I had no idea you'd be showing off here at all. If it's not a big deal, I can tell you one of my dislikes, but I can't tell you very much about this.

So surprised. It is the boy acting as Lord of the Mortairn family who niggles at you for doing it.

Many aristocrats gathered in the Wang capital think that glamour is self-expression, and the rooms used by the Viscount Vetzen family are also magnificent.

There are obviously items in the room that are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, such as carpets that look fancy or paintings that look expensive. Even Pais was distracted, so a man in line would have been pressured by the financial power of the Viscount family.

That may mean that the position of the largest faction in the country, Heavy Town, is delicious. But it is the Lord of the room who is now under pressure in this place.

In the luxurious room, what Pace took out was bean treats.

It has a kind of glow, and glittering is beautiful to look at. The colour is not flashy, but on the contrary it seems to create a calming luxury, and even with the sweet aroma, it looks delicious in any way.

No, it's actually delicious. Brown candy, wrapped in fragrant almonds. I just thought it tasted like an adult, and the tasted Aberto roared.

"Amando Caramelize. It's a sweet with caramel tangled in almonds, and Draje and I are close to making it. This should make“ even your cook ”. Almonds are beans that mean prolific and prosperous, so you'll be delighted as a gift."

"This is what you want. No, it's more than I wanted. The boulder should be called the Mortairn family."

"Thank you"

Pais bowing his head to the ceiling. They're complimenting me on the treats and I'm feeling a little better.

The relative Aberto is satisfied, too. It's a treat I was trying to make as a gift, but to the fact that the Mortairns sensed their intentions enough.

Amando Caramelize is a traditional European treat that, as the name suggests, consolidates almonds with caramel. Sometimes even beans other than almonds are made, but the point of this treat lies in how caramel is made.

Caramels that use large quantities of sugar do not become caramel if the streets of fire are sweet, and burn if the fire passes. In a world that relies on firewood for firepower and where the adjustment of firepower becomes an extremely personal craftsmanship, it takes Columbus's egg idea to make it out of a situation of total ignorance. A spoonful of sugar like the average household's monthly wage has been burned over and over again to grasp the sensation. If the world is the world, it is a technique that is passed down to the disciple as the secret of the cook.

Also, even if caramel can be made, it takes a long study to just make use of it as a treat.

I mean, to say it's a very valuable recipe. It is worth more than offering it, including cooperation within the army, to just demand to be on the side of the Mortairn family.

I guess I understood enough. Aberto bowed his head against the Mortairn family. Perhaps you intend to apologize for your previous impolite attitude.

"So can I have something I promised you?

"Of course, we have it here. We have a great deal of care for the Kadreček family, and there are many other opportunities to make gifts."

Aberto took out the wipe bag. The contents are gold coins. A heap of gold coins just to teach you how to make them, with the real treats. Pais would have earned the annual income of a wooden aristocrat in practically a day. It's a fancy story, but rare food that no one knows is worth it.

For the time being, Pace, who confirms that the minimum profit could have been secured, punishes without even counting.

Aberto was now heartily surprised by Pais's attitude, which was just saying that if it was about a few pieces of gold, it would be an error. If you don't insult me more and more, I will sigh.

Aberto offers his hand, surprised at the attitude of Pace, who doesn't look good for the year. I'm looking for a handshake.

"We will continue to work with you. We have expectations for the Mortairn family."

"We know that living together and prosperity are ideal."

A boy and a young man held each other firmly in their hands.

Now the Mortairns will firmly consolidate their scaffolding even in the King's capital.

Quit the flashy room for nothing and transfer with a lot of money. Returning to Mortairn territory, Pais speaks to his men in the clerk's office as quickly as possible.

What was on the spot was Nicolo being made to cry by Pais over budget control.

"Nicolo, take this"

"What is this?"

"It's the price for the new sweets the Viscount gave me. Please make provision for future budgets. You won't have to worry about budget adjustments for a while."

I temporarily made a mockery of the monthly budget. Adjustment work shouldn't have been a line-up struggle. The Nata Chamber of Commerce and others, who explained the circumstances and postponed the payment for a few days, would need a colored payment, after bowing their heads later.

The job is also the job of the accounting officer. I mean, Nicolo's job.

"Good. Really good."

"You don't have to cry about anything..."

Pais told me to make a new treat within five days. In other words, they had heard that the budget spent within five days would be charged, but it would be a lie if I told them that I had no anxiety.

Nicolo trusts Pace with all his heart, but when it comes to sweets, Taga's bad habits are also extremely reliable. In the sense that it will always break.

While I was wondering if it would be all right, and anxious maybe, the accountant once again gave a relief look to Pais, who came winding up money from another house within five days as planned.

"Because you did your best. And this is for Nicolo personally. I'll give it to other people separately, but first I'll give it to them with the meaning of labor"

Pais is not a ghost, either, to his men who complain that he had a hard time (?), so I give you the feeling of labor.

I heard a smaller wipe bag containing at least four to five coins. That, too, is not a light copper coin sound, but a heavier sound there.

If Nicolo peeked horribly inside, he could see the gold. It's got everything in it too.

"Isn't that gold coin? So many..."

"It's a special bonus. Finally, let's give him about three days off. I'll give everyone else a sequential vacation, but Nicolo should take a vacation tomorrow."

"Wow!! I did it, I'm glad. Young lady, I will follow you for the rest of my life."

"Cash, right? In the meantime, keep your takeover tight today."

"I'll take care of it. I will plant it exactly for Joan!!

Nicolo is a Mortairn family with his first decent place of employment. In other words, he is a mortarn-stained person, for better or worse.

In most cases, they imitate their superiors and seniors and dye them to become familiar. Nicolo's boss is casserole on Pace to Shiites. In particular, he had been with Shiites for a long time in relation to having been taught how to handle the books.

Fast story, that I remember Shiites most often as an "apprentice”. The way I work is one of them, but the evil of drinking and getting into a beating on the day off is also something that Shiites “taught” me.

I got a lot of money and a break, and Nicolo was visible to take off his feathers, but he doesn't even talk about the day off.

Pais dropping Nicolo off leaving the room.

"Hehe, now you can stay out of the way and focus on treat research for a while."

Research materials purchased in large quantities at corners. I can't stand to leave you like this.

Ingredients for sweets on the paste. It's like a dog hungry and fed in front of you and told you to wait.

The boy's suspicious laugh lasted until Joan came to take over.

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"Humph ~ Ruru ~"

A few days after the Mortairn family had extraordinary income.

There was a boy stepping into his hobby as he sang his nose.

No, if I'm right, there was a boy and a girl.

Two young couples from the Mortairn family, Pastry and Licorice.

"What bean is this?

"I say inago beans"

"Inagomame?

"Yeah. I asked the sailor when I bought it, he said it was a dry resistant bean. If you're going to be able to make a good treat, I thought I'd grow it and increase it."

Speaking of what the two of you are doing, make sweets, of course.

The other day, I got a chance to pick up beans from all over the world, and I just called out and bought them here and there just fine. Using this, Pais was prototyping various treats. After all the other work has been done.

But my daughter-in-law stuck with me, while my husband hung on to his job and this.

Pais invited me to make some sweets with him just to come and go by the kitchen.

"That's an unusual bean"

"Right. They say bean pods (saya) and pulp are very sweet and can be used to feed livestock."

"Sweet beans?

"Yep. I was wondering if I could use this to make a substitute..."

"That thing you said before?

"Yeah, that's it"

"Looking forward to it."

Occasionally, we make treats while staring at each other and caring.

Before the sweetness of the product, the atmosphere is sweet.

"Would you like some?... Yes"

"Huh!?

Picking a grain of beans that had been boiled, Pais carried his fingers straight around Liquorice's mouth.

The so-called "ahem" state. Liquorice also blushed, eating bread and beans directly from Pace's fingers.

"What do you say?

"... oh dear"

A young couple still in their beginnings. Especially since Liquorice is born shy and so when she does something so obvious, her face is bright red. I'd say there's something wrong with the flat pais.

If you look at the rapprochement between the next lord and his companion, the next generation will think of Yasutai and everyone else.

"... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

But there came those two disturbing humans.

"Shiites, I'm in the way. One of these days, the horse will kick your ass."

"I know you do. I don't want to get in the way of this either, but come here for a second."

It was a blatantly facetious paice, but the disturbed side is no less sinister than a sinister face. I didn't come here because I wanted to, which would be the real thing about Shiites. Still, I told him to come to the office because it was a sudden business.

The chief clerk (grandpa munchkin) called me, and I headed to the clerk's office to represent the lord.

"I think I was getting the job done?

"Oh, yeah. If you say so already, it's not about the budget."

I don't know why Shiites calls. Recently, I've been making sweets for ”adults", so there's nothing “so far" that I can think of that could cause me trouble.

When I entered the office, the Mortairn family had a familiar face.

He's about the same height as Shiites, and his age doesn't vary greatly.

When such a man saw Pais, he stood up.

"Oh, keep it that way. I don't mind sitting there."

"Young, long time no see"

"Yeah, it's been a long time, Koan. How's Wang Du doing?"

"Master Casserole seems to be as busy developing and training his battalion as ever. Anything, Admiral Kadreček is retiring soon, and there are rumors that there will be an expedition instead."

Koan thing Koantro-Droba. A Mortairn family ancient ginseng squire, famous for spears. Deputy Head of the Private Corps of the Mortairn family. It is now beside the casserole in the king's capital, providing escorts and family gatherings for the king's capital.

"Really? It is a good thing that newly-topped humans take military action with a desire for defeat and medals in their previous generations. Your father will be in trouble, but Koan must continue to help him."

"I'll take care of it"

"So, what business did you have coming back here on purpose with your father's magic?

"... I hear the young man recently taught the Viscount Vetzen family of Central Army staff how to make some new treats."

Koan, who sat back on the couch, tightens his face and asks Pace.

"Yeah. Your father told you, didn't he? Sure, that happened."

"It's a treat, but apparently, Viscount Vetzen's warrant behaved everywhere."

"Hmm, you're right"

"It was meant to be a deserving treat for a wedding celebration, is that a fact?

"Yeah, I wish you luck after marriage, correctly."

Somehow, I can't read ahead of the conversation. Even with Pace, he doesn't know what Corn is trying to say, a conversation with his neck tilted.

It is well known that almonds have become symbols of prolific production and prosperity because they bear more fruit at once. Therefore, almond confectionery is precisely what it means to be safe in the home after marriage, and to wish offspring prosperity.

"In fact, it was given to the Kadreček family by the Viscount of Vetzen. That was apparently very popular, and it reached the royal ear as well..."

"Hmm?"

Marriage of the grandchildren of the Duke of Kadreček and the three women of the Hvarek family. As the timing coincides, there is widespread communication that the prince of the kingdom of God is married. There is no element of surprise in itself.

But Pais also finally figured out what Koan was trying to say.

"His Majesty said, 'Why didn't you bring it to me?'"

"What a pain in the ass. But if you want Amando Caramelize, you should ask Viscount Vetzen. Even as a Viscount, you should be happy to give it to the royal family if you want to give it at a wedding celebration. It comes with foil."

"That, apparently, also looked into how I had prepared a new one: 'Anyway, I'd prefer something new that I don't have either. Say," Keep away from the Viscount. "

"Maybe directly to us?

"Yes."

"… Normally, the difficulty is good."

Pais had a face that seemed impossible to describe. Specifically, to the judges during the culinary confrontation with the House of Uncle Ratesh.

"Yes. In that regard, Master Casserole refused once, too. But they pushed him off, saying," If he's the son of Casserole, he'll do something about it. "

"... maybe your father is chewing one, that story"

Casserole's pro-food is famous, and if you ask him about his son, he says he only brags.

If they say, "Your son is good, so no problem," there's no way they're going to deny it. Whatever, because my father thinks the same thing.

"So they asked me to make sure that I was young and that I could prepare a new one."

"Thank you for your hard work, Koan."

"What do you say? Can't it be bouldered?

It takes a lot of effort to create new technologies and products and stabilize manufacturing methods, not just treats. I have a vision only of Corn and the people who have been involved in politics.

Until the Viscount begged me to bring out the new sweets, it's still within “common sense of Koan”. It's about the excellent Pace, so it's no wonder I have the hidden bills when I have to.

But I just disclosed the bill as well. If you don't have a hand, you have to make something completely new from scratch.

I don't know how much Pais can do.

That said, Koan's attitude was obscured by worrying emotions.

Pais, who is my own son's best friend and has known him since he was a baby again, is like his own child to Corn as well. From Koan, who can't be as stupid as Casserole, I can't hide my anxiety.

But the concern seemed useless.

"Hehe, hehe. Koan, what's the timing"

"What?"

"I was just prototyping a new one."

"Ooh!!

Pace stands up confidently.

"Name it Amando Caramelize Chocolat. Let's make a hundred years of progress in the history of confectionery."