While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

I have beans, so now I think I can prepare something like a filling, and I think the so-called bun skin used flour. Next, rice cakes. Even rice cakes can be made with rice.

By the way, the motive I'm trying to make Sweets is because Farfa and Sharsha are going to be happy. That's it.

The food, Lycra is better than I am, and Halkara is not particularly bad (though I get weird stuff mixed in sometimes), and he says, "Mom, the food is delicious! I didn't get that compliment."

I still get compliments, but that's one way or another, it's a thankful one for the person who made it, and it's not the same type of reaction that it tastes so good.

So if I prepare a bun or something here, my daughter will also recognize me as a mother who is good at making sweets. Not bad, not bad.

But it's possible that it already exists in this world. She said it was original. She said she looked like a doorman and would be embarrassed if she felt like a pacli, so let's do a little research.

"Hey, Lycra, Halkara, you know what sweetness is about this land?

Lycra had her neck clenched, but Halkara has responded somewhat like, "It's Paris".

"Anything, they say it's called Paris because it makes a crisp sound when you eat it. Is it like toddler language?"

"Yeah. I'd love to try that, too."

"Isn't it on the menu? It's common food."

So I ordered the clerk to call Paris.

What came out was something slightly thinner with a large surface area.

Something spacious to flatten the octopus even further. Eat it, it's slightly sweet. And there's a crisp sound.

"Oh, this tastes rustic, but I can show you around."

"It's going to be a pinch of alcohol, too."

"Halkara, you'll crush it right away, you'll show your obsession with alcohol."

Next to such interaction with Halkara, Lycra was eating silently. I somehow know that this kind of texture makes me want to even eat light treats.

It's just not as good as I imagined it would be.

After that, I asked the restaurant clerk if there was any sweetness with the steaming process on this land, but it was a reaction that it didn't come out all the time, so maybe it would be okay.

All right, the buns probably shouldn't be.

That, but in Japan, Manto came in from China around the Muromachi period, and somehow in Japan, sweet things with fillings settled as the main ones, right? Now the bun and Ammanya meat are completely separate, but the ancestors should be roughly the same.

Finally, maybe Amen Bread is also a relative of the bun. The idea of making a skin out of flour and punching the utensils inside is consistent. There is no bread like that in Europe.

Sweet-based knowledge is relatively me.

On the other hand, cake-based treats are likely to be somewhere in this world because there is mochi rice, but there is no copyright or anything else, so let me sell them with dignity. There is no problem if you don't call it original.

"We'll both be looking for a store that sells beans later."

"Ah, beans are also often good for health ~"

Sorry, Halkara, I might be more impure in motive this time.

After that, I searched for red and sweet beans that seemed as close to the beans as possible, and finally bought rice for the land in large quantities.

They seemed to think they were willing to recreate Southern dishes at home, but they weren't.

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When I got home, I quickly overlapped the trial and error of filling and bun skinning. Since the previous life is neither craftsman nor anything, I have to fail and remember again and again. But fortunately, I'm not a worker, so I have plenty of time.

Halkara said, "Your master is trying to make something very seriously!" and I've made him carry pointless guilt over here, but I haven't had a particular problem since.

It should be noted that what was made of failure was eaten by Flatlete, who wanted to eat something for now if she was hungry less.

"Master, I think it's getting a little tasty"

"That's good. I'll take it to completion somehow."

I managed to make the filling relatively quickly. It was sweetened with sugar and honey, and when I boiled the beans, it looked like it. Oh, the ingredients to sweeten are great, aren't they?

But the skin is difficult. Flour alone doesn't swell well.

What if there's fudge powder? In conclusion, I'm probably here. I'd like to, but I'm not sure where I'm selling it.

Or fermented and fumbled with cobalt? Koji is the mystery of where it is.

If I add yams, I wonder what I can do...? Sometimes there was a bun with yams in it. But I'm not sure where yams are native either.

As a result, I had a bunch of good skin, and that means I could eat it with it, so I had Flattorte eat it all.

"I hope you feel a little more moist"

"I know, I'll do something about it, so wait."

And after so many trials and errors that I don't like...

I braided the perfect formula!

This is a trade secret, so let's not spread it too widely. It seems like a witch to have a secret, so it's okay.

"If I eat it, it's properly bunned! Heh, heh, heh! Yay, yay! This is a generation of power!

My tension also culminates!

"Good for you! Master! It's finally a success for the one hundred and eighteenth time!

"Thank you Flattorte too! And you were counting the number of failures..."

Then Rosalie came out and corrected me for the one hundred and twenty-third time, as she had failed five times before Flattorte could see it. Keep making buns so that if you keep knocking down the slime for three hundred years, something will change, and you'll be finished.

Well, let's have Farfa and Sharsha and eat first - but first, I'll dedicate the first to Flattorte, who's been watching over me.

"Yes, go ahead. Still a little hot with fresh steam."

"Flattorte is a cat tongue, so I'll be careful. It's okay to be cold."

Cold air, puke out of your mouth.

"Whoa! This is delicious! It's new food I've never had before!

All right! Two daughters next!