Tensei saki de suterareta no de, mofumofu tachi to oryouri shimasu ~okazari ouhi wa my pace ni saiky

After Kate left the courtyard.

I decided to make a snack to comfort my mouth, which had become salty.

Prioritize speed and combine ingredients that can be eaten as-is.

Get dressed quickly and show your face to the kitchen.

"Gilbert, did you bake the bread you prepared?

"Yes! It looks delicious."

Behind Mr Gilbert's gaze was bread baked in a dark fox color.

Bread, which was a familiar main breakfast player in the previous life.

I made bread for breakfast tomorrow, but I decided to have baked bread.

It seemed to have cooled down quite well and had an extra fever, and it seemed like it was just around the time of eating.

"That bread is an interesting way to bake bread."

Gilbert glanced at a rectangular metal box placed next to the bread.

The bread is baked in a mold of fermented dough.

Basically, the bread in this world is a way of shaping and baking the dough as it is, so it looks fresh in Gilbert's eyes.

"When you bake, there's something that goes through the cake. By applying the cake type, it is possible to make cylindrical and various shapes...?

Gilbert murmurs as he gazes at the bread I made from refining.

There seemed to be a number of ideas in his head that started with the baking I brought into the world.

Looking forward to seeing what sort of arrangement will pop out of the enthusiastic Gilbert, I'll cut the bread.

Lightly heat the sharpened knife onto the bread, and then move it slightly to cut it.

The white cross section appeared soft and fluffy, and this alone seems very delicious.

But it's too much trouble here.

Bread is toast!

That said, I decided to make a grilled toast.

Warm the net in advance and bake one side at a time.

Enjoy the fragrant smell while being careful not to burn too much.

It's a moment of heightened expectations.

"Butter and strawberry jam."

Top the bread from the net with a topping on the table.

The butter slowly melts and slides over the smooth surface of the bread.

I applied it so that it seeped in lightly and it bites.

"This morning's taste...!

... it's past noon, but this is breakfast only for now.

The fragrance of butter and the smooth texture hit my teeth.

Push your teeth a little harder and the soft contents will appear.

Enjoy the aroma while reaching out to strawberry jam.

The bread was stretched onto the surface and the jam was topped with sliced strawberries instead of glue.

"... I'll give you the right amount, too.

There's strawberries everywhere.

As expected, I'll give strawberry toast to those who rushed to the kitchen.

I'm looking at the bread I've seen for the first time with a little vigilance.

Little by little, she was stuck with her forefoot with her nails pulled, but she couldn't resist her appetite.

I used a dexterity meatball to support bread, and I tried hard not to drop strawberries placed on it.

Likewise, I carry bread with a red and shiny jam to my mouth.

Popsicle strawberry pulp, smooth jam sweetness, crisp bread texture.

By the time Lucian prepared the tea, I realized that I had eaten two whole pieces.

I-chan seems to be satisfied, and is just sleeping on my lap.

If you take strawberry jam on your beard, the tip of your nose moves with a twitch.

The saltiness in my mouth completely disappeared as I softly stroked my cum without waking up.

"Kate-sama, Siena-sama..."

Looking at Icchan's ears, I remember the two ladies of the Bobcat clan.

As Natalie-san told me, she seemed to be a rather unfriendly sister.

It may be helpless to a certain extent because the mother is different, but as a sister who got caught up in a quarrel, it wasn't a trap.

"Shit... the frustration is back..."

When I think of Siena's face, I feel unexpectedly frustrated.

At this level, it should fit a little bit.....

"Let's make the most of it anyway."

When I return to the kitchen, it is still early for evening cooking.

Luckily, we were able to make bread.

In that case, in order to create a quantity and preach to the servants of the Imperial Palace, we will put it into the fabric making.

Mix. Stir. Crouch. Crouch. Strike. Strike.

As you slam it, you get irritated, annoyed, or something like that, and then you slam it into the table with momentum.

It's usually a hassle, but it's just as stressful for me now.

When I was knocking on the dough with norinoli, the chefs joined along the way to make cute and bread.

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Many of the bread produced could not be eaten by the servants alone, and it was to be provided to the carpenters who were coming to work on the separation from the palace.