Labyrinth Restaurant

"So this time I'm the teacher...... no, because I'm the teacher. By the way, I have no right of veto."

For Gardo, who once again came to train in confectionery making, Kosmos declared that he was royal and waiting. It is unclear why the word "teacher" was replaced by "female teacher", but there is perhaps a commitment that the rest of us do not understand.

Cosmos helps on behalf of the Demon King or Alice when she's not in the store on business, etc., and she does have no problems with her abilities. Personally, not to mention.

"Look, uh... with the so called cyclical array of turns? I felt the shadow was thin recently, and I thought I'd screw in a little presence here, so I asked the Demon King to take my place."

"... Oops?

Looks like you're here to get your turn from yourself for some metaphorical reason.

And unexpectedly, Cosmos, who seems to intend to do a proper teacher, got to the point without going off the sidelines.

"Let's Bake Cookies Today"

"Oh, good. I love it."

This answer is also given a third time early.

"By the way, did you know that cookies and biscuits don't actually make a strict difference?

"Really?

For once, objects with a high percentage of fat or sugar. Or things whose shape is handmade style are often referred to as cookies, but that's simply how they tend to be.

In fact, there is no such thing as an absolute criterion.

If the maker insists on cookies, it's cookies, and if you insist on biscuits, it's biscuits. So it's not even a wack of what it is.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Gardo. Have you ever used an oven?

"No, you haven't."

"I see. I mean, Gard, you're an oven boy... excuse me. You're inexperienced in ovens."

"... hey, what were you trying to say now? No, I knew you didn't have to tell me. Don't say it."

"Oh, that's too bad"

Aside from the cosmos offensive mess, Gardo has never used the oven yet. Decent cooking experience is in itself the only way to make last and last time treats.

By the way, this has nothing to do with confetti making, but the gard of what is not marriage has been hot on quite a few heterosexuals from a young age to the present after fifty. I wouldn't dare specify what it is, but I have more experience than a crowd.

Well, aside from that, Gardo had one concern.

"But as I said to the Demon King's brothers, I'd rather use less tools if I could."

Previously it was a treat making with portable cookware such as frying pans and pans, but you just can't carry the oven. No, you may not be able to do it if you have Gardo's physique and arm strength, but at least you won't want to go ahead and do it.

"No, I'm fine. It's convenient because you can bake a lot at once when you use the oven, but there's nothing you can't do in a frying pan either. Let's do both this time."

But it's also not wacky that you absolutely need an oven to bake cookies.

It takes some tricks, but it is also possible to make them in a frying pan.

I have also decided to get back to cooking cookies once again, where I no longer have any anxiety about cookware. At least Gardo was going to.

"I weigh the ingredients first."

"Oh, let me handle this."

The weighing of ingredients has been completely mastered since the last time.

Gard strained out and got the weighing cup.

"In advance, I've prepared as much as I need here. We have paper with portions of each ingredient, so we'll give it to you later"

"Uh... oh"

With a good stepping stone like some cooking show, the pre-weighed ingredients were arranged in front of me. It's almost the minimum ingredient you need every time you're familiar with thin powder, sugar, and then just egg yolks and butter.

I don't know the logic that I had prepared beforehand to reduce time and effort...... But I don't know. Gard is also clapping for this.

"And we'll mix these up"

"You said, leave it to me!

"If you can afford it, you should let the dough rest after mixing it for about thirty minutes"

Gardo reached into a bowl to put ingredients in, momentum,

"We have something sufficiently chilled here."

"Oh!?"

Once again, we had ready stuff ahead of us, and we stumbled upon it in a grand way.

Cosmos repeated the Ten Bowl gag with certainty, but it didn't stop,

"When clayed, extend and flatten with a noodle stick and pull it out with a cookie mould. If you don't have a mold, cut it like that with a knife, you'll be fine. This time we have pre-molded objects that are not molded."

Removed cookie fabric in moulded condition out of nowhere.

Gard no longer seems to have any tscom temper.

"All you have to do is line up on the top plate and bake it up and it's done. The baking time varies somewhat depending on the temperature, but is it roughly fifteen minutes? And here's the baked stuff."

Cosmos pointed to his own stomach when he said so.

I guess what I made means it's already in my stomach.

"It was a good finish while I was there. It was delicious"

"Ooh..."

and cosmos who gave little instructional instruction so far, but after this I started teaching (relatively) seriously whether I was satisfied with showing off a piece of material I had planted.

Bake or knead ingredients at each stage that were prepared in advance, or adjust baking additions or subtractions in the oven or frying pan.

There is also the good swallowing of the gard, but there was also something notable about the guidance of the motivated cosmos. There's just something wrong with her normal direction, she's the kid who can if she does it. Though the difficulty is rarely motivated.

"... by the way, the phrase, 'if you fuck me, you're a pretty horny kid' isn't it?"

"Hmm, did I say something?

"No, this is the story."

Occasionally, it even bogged down against the texts of the earth, but generally progressed without problems.

Even after the ingredients provided are gone, weigh, mix, put to sleep, pinch, unplug, and cook the ingredients. Eat occasionally.

After cosmos got tired of the basic flavors, I even made them while adding vanilla essences and chocolate chips.

The process from start to finish has also been burned less frequently over and over again, allowing Gard to cook alone, even if Cosmos no longer advises.

If we leave it like this, we'll keep moving until closing time once again... I thought.

"Oh, my hands are stopping, are you tired?

"Oh... no, that's not what I'm wacky about"

And I don't know how many times I've been working on it.

Gardo had a bowl in front of him after mixing ingredients and putting him to sleep in the freezer, thinking about something.

"It's this dough before I bake it... even as it is, it looks delicious."

"Cookie fabric raw, is it? I'll break your stomach, won't I?

"Oh, I know, but... just one bite"

"Oh, you're a challenger"

Not long before Cosmos stopped (though it's unclear if he was serious about stopping it in the first place), Gardo carried a very small amount of cookie dough into his mouth with raw flour and butter and sugar and various other mixtures.

A soothing meal, distinctly different from baked cookies.

The aroma of mixed chocolate chips and butter crept through the oral cavity.

If you describe this flavour by analogy to something, is it something like a very viscous cream, or sweet clay?

It seemed hard to believe even the person I spoke to was Russian, but this was surprisingly,

"... delicious"

"Is it true (seriously)?

"Oh, it's true"

"All of them, I take a bite... oh, this is unexpected"

"You look good, don't you?

"You look good."

They got a spoon and started eating bite after bite and raw cookie dough.

At first I was going to do a little, but the contents of the bowl look diminishing.

I'm not familiar with Japan, but it can actually be this raw cookie fabric, known as' Cookie Do 'as it is, and a "food” with enthusiastic enthusiasts in some parts of the European and American area.

I sell the ingredients that are mixed in advance at the supermarket, etc., but not many people eat the sole that is assumed to be baked and eaten as is. Can you tell how popular 'cookie do' flavored ice cream and drinks are for fans?

Well, that said, it's raw flour in the end.

Cosmos, who is not racially human in the first place, seemed safe,

"My stomach..."

In one word, Cosmos sensed Gardo's condition.

A small amount might have worked it out, but if you noticed, the dough that was in the bowl was tearful. No matter how sturdy his flesh was, it seemed impossible on the boulder.

"I'll clean up after, so I was wondering if I should go home and get some rest today"

"Sorry...... dude, I'm gonna borrow the bathroom!?"

"I wish you a good fight"

Cosmos saluted Bishi, holding his belly down and dropping off Gardo heading to the bathroom.