Labyrinth Restaurant

The morning after Gardo promised to teach the Demon King how to make sweets.

at the Demon King's Restaurant before opening.

"What is the size of the apron?

"Ooh, perfect! Thanks!"

Gardo was in the Demon King's room behind the store, trying on an apron.

It is an oversized size that seems to have about a few curtains for small windows.

At first I was going to lend the Demon King a spare, but if Tate or Yoko has more than two physical differences, I can't even put it on properly. I wouldn't even be selling aprons of this size to clothing stores.

So I asked Alice, who was good at sewing, to tailor a brand new apron.

Yesterday today the design didn't seem so elaborate, but there was a deformed cat appliqué in the corner of the refreshing mint green fabric at one point. It was a little playful to be Alice, but it didn't look good on her strong face and Gardo liked this design, too.

"Alice's lady, I'm sorry I bothered you."

"It's not so. It's easy to sew with a machine."

Sewing related technology is one of the few points where Alice can beat her rival and comrade, Lisa. I can't get out of my hands.

"I'm a good seamstress and cook, and the lady is going to be a good wife. The demon king's brother is a happy monster, too!

"Hey, not at all. What a waste for me."

"Ah, haha..."

This was also praised by the blush, and Alice completely lit up and blushed.

She seems to be very vulnerable to these straightforward praises (which seems certain to make her happy to be so, she was in a small, gutsy pose at an angle unseen from the Demon King).

That's how after sizing the apron, Demon King and Gard moved to the kitchen. By the way, Alice is currently cleaning the floor in preparation for the opening.

"Uh, that was a treat you could do with ingredients like you could get anywhere. Would you prefer to use less cookware?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I ordered so much."

"No, it's so cheap."

What Gardo wanted this time was a way to make treats that could be made even on a trip with scarce ingredients.

Additionally, conditions such as "less cookware to use" and "simple things that even beginners can do" are added.

Even a big veteran who eats better, but as a gard who doesn't know how to make it sappy, I was a little worried about whether there was such a convenient thing.

"Well, why don't we make some hot cakes today"

"Oh, good. I love it."

"But isn't it hard?

"It's tough if you want to be extreme, but not for now for making enough food to eat. You need to use less ingredients. If it's flour, you can get it in roughly any place, right?

"Oh, it's easy to buy noodles in the bakery area."

"If you really don't have wheat, you can substitute it with soba flour or corn flour, and if you add cream or fruit, you can serve it."

Hot cakes would be great for a beginner's introductory part.

If you have one frying pan, you can cook it, and if you have eggs, milk, and sugar besides some kind of cereal powder, the ingredients you use will look like that. It is easier to mix swelling powder (baking powder) to finish plump, but you can manage without it.

"So shall we weigh the powder first? There are many things about wheat, but most of them are thin powder if you're making sweets."

"Ooh?

"Thin powder is the fine, sarcastic one of these eyes."

Incidentally, the criteria for the classification of thin or strong flours of flour are determined by the amount of gluten (protein) they contain.

Powerful powder high in gluten for dumpling skins and hard type bread that requires a mottled feeling.

For tempura clothing that requires light crispness when fried, or for cakes that want fluffiness, thin powder is suitable for each.

"Then weigh as I say now"

"Oh."

Gard quickly grabbed the thin powder in a copper measuring cup, roughly as he was told.

"Oh, that's a little too much. A little less, please."

"Oh, this monster"

"Oh, now I'm reducing it too much. Just add half the scale."

"You weigh a lot better, don't you?

"Yeah, if you're a regular cook, you can do it with a gauge, but in the case of sweets, if you don't do the weighing well, you'll fail right away. If it's a powdered thing like a cake, it doesn't bloat properly."

If it's a regular dish, it's hard to adjust the ingredients with some consideration if you're used to it, but that's not the case when it comes to making sweets. Pretty strict precision is required for weighing.

"Mmmm... that's pretty tough"

"It's easier this time. If it's difficult to make, I care about room temperature and humidity during cooking."

It's not uncommon for a leading craftsman to stick to the environment as well as materials and technology (although in the case of Demon King or Alice, it's not as difficult as saying because you can magically choke the adjustment around it).

"Well, I think you can only think of it as a kitten that far after you've improved it. Now let's not just weigh the ingredients wrong."

"Oh...... okay, and. The amount of powder is like this, okay?

"Yeah, now you're perfect. So if I put the powder I weighed in a bowl, now let's weigh the milk"

"Whoa!"

Under the guidance of the Demon King, Gardo put the weighed ingredients in a bowl and mixed it with Gasigashi. Now Tane is done. All you have to do is bake it in a frying pan.

"I'll cook it first."

The first demon king made me try to bake one with a sample.

Flush the oil thinly pulled frying pan over low heat with the spring,

"Look, it would be a good time if there was a bumpy hole in this condition...... Yikes"

"Whoa! You're good."

When one side burned, I flipped it brilliantly with just a snap on my wrist.

Beginners are more certain to use fly returns, but as long as you get the hang of it, here's the deal.

"Then practice yourself the rest. I do other tricks, so if you don't know anything, just ask me. The ingredients in the kitchen (here) are free to use."

"Oops, I'm sorry for the hassle. Well, I'll give it a try!

As for the procedure, it's basically a simple process to mix and bake.

Once the demon king, ready for other dishes, had left the scene after a series of explanations, Gardo decided to rent a corner of the kitchen as it was.

Weigh, mix, and cook.

... weigh, mix, bake.

............... weigh, mix, bake.

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And about half a day later.

It was time to close the store.

"Mr. Gard, Mr. Gard. It's time to clean up the kitchen..."

"Hmm? Is that already that time?

Gard, who had even weighed and mixed for more than ten hours and repeated the baking process, seemed to finally realize it was night after being slapped on the shoulder by the Demon King. It is not hard to imagine that this quivering concentration stems from his fearsome obsession with sweetness.

"One more time, then. If I just bake this powder, I'm done."

"Yeah, well, if that's the case"

I can't put it back in stock now for what I've already put in the bowl, and I just have to keep using it.

Gardo splits in with one hand when he grabs an egg with a hand he's used to......,

"That, how could you split one hand?

"Hmm? Yeah, the Demon King's brother was doing it earlier, too. I tried to imitate the appearance and I could do it. Did something go wrong?

"No, that's not true..."

Apparently, you've mastered the one-handed splitting of eggs just from seeing the Demon King at work.

And that's not all I've mastered.

"Ho, ho."

I also seem to have remembered the perfect way to turn it over with a snap on my wrist.

With a vest finish that neither burns past nor burns raw, it's no less pale than the first one the Demon King baked with a sample.

"You've improved a lot in a day."

"Oh, I baked a hundred or so."

"Hundred... uh, I'll ask you once, what happened to that roasted thing? I don't see it."

"I ate them all"

Approximately 10 kg as 100 g per piece in a large mess.

It is well within the common sense of mankind compared to this gray-haired girl.

The Demon King was also uneven and convinced, "Well, is that the case?"

"You've been a specialty in eating before, but you also have a lot of fun making your own!

It's what you like that makes you good at things.

Whatever the field, people are quick to improve because they enthusiastically encourage things they like, but the crowd is off. What the hell would happen if Gardo, the sweetheart, went through his training at this rate?