My father and mother also gave me a note of wine.
For this reason, I asked your father to give me a daily visit to His Majesty.
"Daisy, could you add 'Fluffy Bread' to your offering?
Your father came home from work that day and said something unexpected.
We turned the place of conversation into a living room sofa.
I thought you said no bread.
As I sat down on the sofa, I leaned my neck strangely.
"If I had asked His Majesty's waiter to arrange a visit, you would have seen him yourself. I told him directly that I wanted to serve wine. And then," Did you just look at the book and make wine? Doesn't Daisy enjoy the book himself? I was asked. "
Father kept his weight on the back of the sofa as he talked about the situation and looked tired.
"So I'm going to tell His Majesty about Fluffy Bread....."
My father nodded to me, "Yeah."
"Was your family four: Her Majesty the Queen, Her Highness the First Prince and Her Highness the First Princess?
"Oh, that's right. There are children who will be six and three years old, respectively."
... that way, I could have just fluffy bread, but I wanted something that would please the smaller Emperor (even though the prince is the same age!).
Incidentally, the date of the offering was decided a week later due to your convenience.
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"That's why you can make eight breads at a time, so you want to make half a bread with some ingenuity."
I was sitting on a lab chair shaking a bottle of apple-based yeast and talking to Marcus. I got a good apple today.
"Something that the princes are happy with... sweet? Do you want me to put you on a nice piece of bread? Or are you going to mix it with the dough? No, it looks delicious, but it's not."
Marcus thinks as he looks into the void.
"What if I say bread... sweet... sweet jam?
I'll answer.
"Yes! Bake the bread with the jam!
I just figured it out! Marcus slaps his desk in the palm of his hand.
"And I was surprised to eat one bite! The jam appears from the inside!
Marcus continued with a soft expression.
"" Let's have Bob and the others make it!
We ran into the kitchen with yeast.
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During tea time in the afternoon, I had it tasted as a snack for my mother and brother and sister.
"Wow! Strawberry jam came out of the bread!
"I'm blueberry!
"Am I an apple jam cinnamon? I've never seen bread like this before."
In the sense of 'surprise', the idea seems to have been a great success.
... but...
"Hmm, if you don't have tea, your mouth will feel dry."
That's what onee-sama was asking the maid to replace her tea.
"Could you add something a little more... not just jam, but also moisturizing?
It seems that my mother would like another idea.
The first item in the prototype was to bring back the challenge.
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This time it was a reflection meeting of four people in the kitchen, including Bob and Maria.
"Sure, I want moisture for this."
Bob ate a bite and took a cold bath.
"Even if it's moist, if it's too moist, the bread will become viscous."
With her hands on her cheeks, Maria also had a troubled face.
"If you decide to put the jam in, it would be nice to add something less sweet... the pudding is a bit stiff and different. Are you baking on a plate... custard tart? Wasn't that moist and smooth?
"Is that cream?
Bob leans his neck.
"Isn't it hard to wrap it in bread because it's tight?
I wonder if Maria can do it.
"That's it!
I pointed to the 'fridge'.... but the point is, it's a simple storage machine that cools the warehouse by keeping large amounts of ice in it.
"Put the custard cream in the tray and cool it down, it'll get a little stiff. Lay it on a flat bread dough and put the jam on. Close your mouth and shape yourself so you can have bread with custard cream and jam!
"Now, let's make a second one! I'll make it for tea time tomorrow afternoon!
Bob and Maria agreed!
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The next day was a holiday, so my father was there for tea in the afternoon.
I asked for a tasting of a prototype for His Majesty the Little, and the cup of tea is sweet bread.
"Wow, I'm getting cream from inside!
Oniisama, who first hit her, was surprised when she put cream on the edge of her mouth.
"Oh, this is a little moist in the bread itself."
My sister, who didn't like the feeling of roughness, also liked this and entered the second mouth after expressing her feelings.
"Because the custard is not too sweet, it's easy for me to eat."
Your father seems to be okay.
"I'm satisfied that something matches my needs. It's delicious."
My mother smiles too.
Thus, we finally decided on the item for the day of sacrifice.