The Economics of Prophecy

"The color is the same, but you've changed a lot."

Lilka went when she saw the finished filling.

"More than I expected, actually."

What was served before us was a filling that left a squeezed cloth in its shape. Fine black skin with wave pattern. The colors aren't good, huh? I like this muddy black.

"It was Mr. Vinder who showed me how. Such a good tool too. Plus, I think Vina made the finishing touches pretty good."

"Well, if we care about it, it's like this."

Unlike traditional sugar production methods, the production of fillings is not basically difficult. Firstly, the skin of granules is excluded with a shredder.

However, in modern times, there are no finely netted strainers available in hundreds of people. I borrowed it from Prla, but even the cookware seems to be quite expensive. I let him taste the yellow sugar and he lent it to me without saying anything.

Ignoring me for trying to talk about the filling, Prla jumped into the kitchen. I heard this in Cherimoya's pie.

Remove the crushed skin from the top of the bowl by simmering the beans. Use cloth to drain moisture. This cloth is crap again. That's not how much the proper cloth eyes are on the net. Even if there is, I can't determine which of the cloths in this world is equivalent.

What worked, of course, was Vinaldia. A cake is a cake shop, a cloth is a cloth shop. I must have struggled because I would be out of specialty with cloth to put things away, not clothes. Apparently the cloth was just as good as a little coarse than when I pulled out the sugar honey.

By the way, in the meantime, I just exposed my ignorance about cooking. I thought it would be done after adding sugar and turning it into grain, but it is sugar after doing so.

It's obvious if you think about it. Wouldn't precious sugar flow with water? There seems to be an osmotic pressure or something. That's just the harm of knowledge.

Anyway, that achievement is melting on my tongue now.

Thanks to a thorough drainage of moisture, it has a wonderful salted plum with a smooth and fine tongue but a strong flavour.

"... give me the cake, give me the cake. Because it's the afterlife!

I've never eaten a super fancy Japanese sweet like the original worldly yakuza. If I did, this filling would have reached a level no less than in my previous life.

"The deliciousness of the beans has condensed and not lost to the added sugar. What sweetness..."

Shelley is also sloppy.

"What do you say, Lilka? Now you can feel your tongue all the time."

With a careful face, I told Lilka I was slowly savoring it.

"Well, the lack of sweetness, the disgusting skin, all the flaws are gone. I think it's a boulder."

Lilka said as impressed. All right, Lilka's down, too.

"I wondered what I would do when they told me to cover it with such a tall cloth, not just skin. The touch of the tongue really changes the taste."

Taste is a combination of taste, smell, touch, and vision and temperature. That's why there are so many ideas for processing, most of which are impossible here with so much effort as fools.

"If it weren't for Mr. Vinaldia, who could have prepared cloth with sample handling, he wouldn't have reached this level. I'm very satisfied."

Not only is there no multi-variety small quantity production, but the level of processing in this world is a small variety and small quantity production. Besides, even though it's a small variety, the quality varies. Even if there was a suitable eye cloth, even some of it would collapse from it if it was coarse.

"Well, you know. Well, I wouldn't just admit to the certainty of your advice."

said Vinaldia as she turned that way.

"Fuck, Vina, I regretted it. Even though I was a bookstore, I didn't realize you were cooperating until Mr. Vinder told me to."

"Well, I'll bring you some bread."

"Wait. You can compete with the taste of the filling itself."

I stopped Shelly standing up. More lumpy than I could have imagined, but it made my ambition bigger.

"It's delicious, but that's all I got. You don't eat honey or jam."

"I know. Shelly has something for you to prepare, not bread. During the Shaoxian Festival..."

I've come this far to the Japanese filling, I'll get to where I'm going. Push even the real Japanese confectionery.

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Three days later, I swelled my chest to expectations and visited the Belmini Chamber of Commerce.

"Are you done yet?"

"Yeah, I was surprised to taste it. Vinder is really crazy..."

"Shelley must have helped us with this speed."

It is not difficult to imagine that her cooperation has been a major force, given the one-plate lunch at Shaoxian Festival. By the way, Gelatin got the finest from Dulgan by Sherry. Speaking of which, gelatin is made from animals, right?

"Right, something that seemed to sleep during class. You went out late at night."

"... nothing good, right? I've gotten so involved, I'm already with you. Later, after eating that kind of evaluation. The result is all, Mr. Vinder."

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Glossy black squares were pushed out of the wooden frame. Natalie cuts it thin with a knife. Toothpick won't be enough, but given the amount, I can't help it.

I have a split, transparent black in my mouth with expectations. In the soft elasticity, the fine toothfeel of the filling is integrated. Filler The taste of the object is adjusted to the over-eateable intensity to pass over the tongue.

It was a genuine Japanese sweet, lamb that I thought I would never taste again.

"Oh, already. Surrender. Who the hell are you? But the most amazing thing is Natalie, who made the filling."

"I know. She's the most amazing one I've created from 0"

I just knew, she built it from nothing. The difference is enormous.

"Nobody believes this is the sweet made with beans, but it definitely tastes like it can't be made without beans. I can't believe the first array I ate turned this far. I have to go to my father and buy more beans. Yeah, I might have to review the scale of the fabrication itself."

As she sighed, Shelley began to start banging.

"It's delicious, though. Who are you selling this to? How much for one?"

Lilka said. Natalie sifted her shoulders in awe.

"... it's a piece of silver just for the cost of the ingredients"

"Right. You're using three-fold the sugar that's a quarter, right? That's twelve times the cost of sugar, and if you think about the hassle, it's more than that. Even the filling. Gelatin also uses the finest. You have to sell it for five silver coins."

Not like Shelly. In the buckwheat, the place quieted down. It could have been a little rampant indeed. Less nostalgia for the taste of previous life, the cost was negligible. But......

"Then don't worry. Because customers can expect nobility if it suits the tongue of the tasting members"

I'm not selling it on the street. I know from the very beginning that I can't sell it.

Targets are the nobles who are hungry for new flavors. It tastes like nothing else. If only it had a reputation, even this black look would be a weapon the other way around.

"That's where my connections come in."

"Shut up. I know it's not just that anymore."

Vinaldia turned that way in a bad way.

"Oh, right. Because the Purla Chamber of Commerce can see the flavor. I'm getting nervous."

"Yes, it's okay. If it tasted like this, any princess would be delighted."

Natalie shook her hands to pray. Grab that hand from the top and Vinaldia will encourage it. Yeah, good encouragement.

"... well, yeah"

Shelley, who was a groom until just now, looked a little farther away.

"But I guess I like the first way to eat bread and butter. I knew you felt unfamiliar with what you said. You say you get caught in the tongue..."

Lilka said softly.

"I get caught in the tongue.... Is this it?

I ate another slice and snapped my neck. I think it's smoother than this, and the taste of the filling is alive...

I trust you about Lilka, though I don't think I'd stick to what I was denying first.

"Well, we all admire it, and it's a matter of my taste,"

"Well, I suppose you have that opinion,"

There is no taste liked by 10,000 people. Japanese confectionery is a new flavor in this world, and can you say it's enough that four out of five people say it tastes good?

I've asked a friend of mine who majored in biology in the original world, "I'd rather be anxious if all individuals had the results they wanted in experiments dealing with raw things".