Run a Bakery In Another World

"Who said I didn’t learn it! I’ve been learning it for many days! But it’s still not tasty! I hate it more and more! I don’t even understand why so many people like to use it as a staple food! You don’t know how to rely on it. What do you say to me!" After Oser said this, Sheila finally lifted the quilt angrily and quarreled with him fiercely.

"I don't know why you have such a mess of thoughts, but since you have been disgusting it, you think it is not good, it is unpalatable to affect your magic! Then you can solve the problem by sleeping here under a quilt? You? I should go to the kitchen to find a way!"

"It's easy to say. The bread recipe has been popular for so many years, and it hasn't changed. I just make it casually and it will become delicious? If the problem is that it is as simple as you think! Don't understand."

Oser looked at Sheila's messy hair and had a fierce tone but couldn't hide his decadence. He didn't feel well in his heart, but he sneered twice on his face, and said, "So what are you doing here if you know everything?" Oser finished. Just like that, she walked out of Sheila's room.

Sheila, who was trembling with anger, picked up the pillow and threw it at him. Of course, she couldn't throw it.

The two quarreled, but Sheila thought Oser would come back to him the next day and talk to her with her, but she didn't. During the day, Osser didn't know where to go, and Osser, who came home after dinner, ignored her.

Today, Osser didn't even see his dinner, but told Hanni that he was going out for a few days and he didn't need to make his dinner. He would not come back to sleep for the time being.

Can you quarrel and run away from home in a cold war with yourself?

Sheila was so angry that he was vomiting blood again by Osser's operation, but there was no way he could run away now. Even if she didn't run away, she couldn't hide her face and talk to him about reconciliation.

Just a few days later, Sheila's mood and state were getting worse and worse. It was obviously late at night, and she was still tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

She got up irritably. She wanted to go downstairs to drink a glass of water. Just as she walked down the stairs, she heard the sound of "dongdong" from the kitchen.

Sheila didn't even need to think about who was in the kitchen. She pursed her lips and walked forward quietly.

Without any accident, Cook was still making his bread in it. There was a bread next to him. Sheila's eyes were attracted by it. She seemed to be able to see that the bread on the side was full of bubbles, even as if it could. Qian La walked over with a faint sensation of pulling it out to eat.

"Oh, Sheila, haven't slept so late?" Cook looked at Sheila who appeared in front of him in a nightdress in surprise.

"Dad..." Sheila yelled, uncomfortably not wanting to look at Cook's eyes, and asked for a long time, "Daddy is so late every night?"

"Uh, today was an accident. I usually go to rest very early." Cook explained quickly.

However, Sheila didn’t quite believe that this was just an accident. She looked up at Cook’s face. It was clearly a kitchen with bright flames. Cook’s eyes were blue and black. His eyes were bloodshot but Sheila couldn’t help. The vitality of understanding.

She opened her mouth and wanted to ask Cook how many nights he had spent, but she had already guessed that since her enchantment magic went wrong, she was afraid that Cook had already begun to study his own bread.

Thinking of this, Sheila felt uneasy.

"Dad...you need to rest." Sheila said sadly, and she would start twisting her skirt when she didn't know what to do.

"No, Sheila." Cook touched her head and said happily, "Daddy is doing very well now, don't worry, I don't know how exciting it is to make bread for Sheila that she is satisfied with!"

Sheila blinked her eyes and felt a little sour in her nose. She said, "Dad, I'm really sorry that day."

Sheila knew how to apologize. The harm she did to Cook that day had already been caused. She saw Cook who was tired but still deeply in love with herself, and the more sad and annoyed she was.

"Sila, you don’t need to apologize. Dad’s original dream was to be a great baker and open a bakery that everyone likes. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time recently. If my bread can’t be liked by my dearest daughter. , That doesn’t even make any sense to open a bakery.” Cook said gently, and said in a daze, “I used to think I was a genius. I didn’t have a teacher. I just researched how to make bread. , I’ve always been proud of it. But now I know it’s not enough. At least, I didn’t let my children like bread as much as I did. I can’t even do such a simple thing, that must be It was my problem, and it was never the cause of Sheila."

Sheila shook her head vigorously, and said anxiously, "Dad, it's not like this. It's because of me. I just say, "It's not tasty, it's not tasty", but I can't do anything...even, what do I have these days? Didn't do it..."

At the end, Sheila lowered her head in frustration.

Cook smiled. He knows Sheila's three-minute hot personality very well. Basically children have such problems, so he took advantage of the trend, "Will you get up tomorrow morning and try again with Dad?"

Sheila pursed her mouth and said awkwardly, "Okay, I won't give up tomorrow."

"You have to talk!" Cook's smile brightened because of Sheila's words, and he took the bread next to him and said, "Well, do you want to try this first, just made it."

Sheila just saw the bread, and she stared at the bread again and nodded.

When Cook saw Sheila's shiny eyes, he took a knife and cut a small piece, and handed it to Sheila.

Sheila took the bread and squeezed it lightly, so she was surprised to find that the bread could be squeezed. Although it was not as soft as she thought, it was much better than their previous finished product.

She couldn't help but picked it up and took a bite to try the taste.

Cook looked like a student waiting to be evaluated by the teacher, and asked Sheila carefully, "What do you think?"

Sheila tasted it carefully on the tip of her tongue and looked at the expectant Cook hesitatingly, "Although it is not very fragrant and a bit dry, the taste is much better than before." In fact, this bread has exceeded Akane. Pulling the expectation, she couldn't help but definitely add, "It's already very good."

Cook laughed and said, "That's great! I think I now know where the most critical problem is."

Sheila looked at Cook and tilted her head to express her incomprehension.

Cook said, "Sila, I have been thinking about it these days. My bread has become a little better after I got to the city. That's because I bought more expensive wheat flour and also reduced the proportion of barley flour. After we tried so many times but failed, I wonder if you think the bread is not delicious because our raw materials have been wrong. So, I went to the outer street and went directly to the mill, but found that even in the mill The best wheat flour and barley flour I bought was also mixed with a lot of things. The sloppy workers and merchants in order to reduce costs caused it to be mixed with too much messy powder, uh... it may also be that the mill itself is a little dirty. Even better finished products are often added by merchants with inferior stale wheat flour, which causes the taste of bread to be essentially unable to break through, and even the fermentation does not make it well."

After hearing this, Sheila looked at the bread in her hand, and said in doubt, "The bread?"

Cook smiled, "This is a sieve made specially by Oser for the magician. I heard that it took a lot of effort."

"Orser made it to order?" Sheila picked up the sieve Cook gave her in a somewhat unbelievable way.

The sieve in front of you is not easy to look at. The fine iron wire like hair is regularly worn into a slap-sized sieve for adults, and you can feel that its filtering performance must be very excellent.

Oset specially went to customize this for Cook? Sheila felt incredible.

"This sieve is much easier to use than ordinary ones. It can filter out a lot of sand and coarse clotted powder." Cook sighed, and preciously put it on the stove and looked at Sheila, "You Do you think the sifted bread is getting closer to the taste you said the bread should have?"

Sheila was startled, and nodded affirmatively.

Cook smiled happily, "I haven't increased the wheat flour yet, it's made with pure wheat flour." He said distressedly, "but I can't think of other directions for improvement. It's still far from enough."

Sheila looked at Cook who was thinking again, and she really started to have fighting spirit, she said firmly, "Dad, we will study together tomorrow!"

Cook saw that Sheila was more serious than before, and said with satisfaction, "Okay, let's try again tomorrow!"

Cook finally went back to sleep for more than 7 hours under the leadership of Sheila, and after Sheila returned to her room, her mood began to recover slowly, and her heart was even warm.

Yes, she has such a great father and a friend who is still caring about her after quarreling with her, she can do it.

That night, Sheila had a dream. In her dream, she ate the unbelievably soft bread in her memory. It could be torn into bits and pieces. It tasted special and fragrant. It seemed to be sweet and salty. Its crust can be very thin, slippery and a little oily, and the crust of some breads is slightly thicker than what she usually eats, but it is softer than the current crust.

She woke up all night, and Sheila felt like she had been opened up in a certain area. The key to bread suddenly took root in her mind. She rushed to the kitchen without combing her hair. But there was no Cook in the kitchen. He was so tired recently that after Sheila made him feel relieved, he overslept as soon as he fell asleep.

Sheila knew that Cook might still be in the room when she saw that the kitchen was empty. She rushed upstairs and opened Cook and Hannie's room with a "bang".

Hanni was changing little Gunter's diaper, and she was frightened by Sheila who suddenly rushed up out of breath.

But Sheila completely ignored Hanni who was on the sidelines, ran to his father and shook it vigorously, and said in an excited voice, "Dad, Dad! I thought about it! Get up!"

"Ah? What?" Cook was awakened by Sheila, sleepy and fluffy.

And Sheila couldn't wait to climb onto her parents' bed and lift Kukla up, and said, "Dad! Get up, let's try adding eggs to the bread! Add butter! Add salt! Add sugar!"

"Eggs? Butter?" Cookemon repeated Sheila's words, his eyes gradually focused, he quickly stood up, and said with a trembling trembling, "Yes! That's right! Why can't I think of it! You can try it," You can try it!"

After Sheila pointed out the direction, they were ready to start the experiment, but Hanni saw that the excited father and daughter quickly ordered them to have breakfast before they could start.

In the kitchen that has been quiet for several days, today is finally becoming lively. The busy father and daughter exchanged a few times from time to time, and they each did their own work and ideas.

"Sheila, it's all my fault. I have never taken you to try to make bread before, so I never knew-you are the kind of genius, the kind of intuition and talent that has the mystery of bread, but I am too late. The kind of amazing genius baker that I haven't discovered for a long time!"

This is the first few compliments from Cook in the kitchen that I don't know. Sheila's face was flushed with praise from him, but now her left ear has gone in and her right ear has gone out, as if she hadn't heard it. They are still experimenting, but the first finished product has been released. They can't grasp the weight of it, but they have made some progress.

"Let's try again, it's okay in this direction." Cook and Sheila nodded and discussed after a taste.

The two probably determined the formula that needed to be adjusted, and Sheila thought of Oser, who had not seen the figure for a long time.

"Dad, where did Oser go?"

Cook replied while writing a small number, "He said he has his own business to be busy recently. I don't know the specifics, but he told me that Moore will go with him so I don't have to worry."

Sheila was stunned, stopped her work and said, "Moore, too?"

"Well, they have become friends?" Cook finished speaking uncertainly, then paused and said, "There should be nothing wrong with the two of them. He said he would go out for a week at most."

Sheila said angrily, "Why don't you let him run around without asking a little bit!"

Cook said helplessly, "You said as if I can ask everything clearly and prevent him from running around."

Sheila turned around and pressed the dough that was half cooked by Cook with her hands, irritated that Oser didn't say anything to her.

When Cook saw her appearance, he comforted and said, "You don't have to worry so much, Oser is more reassuring than you."

"..." This made the angry Sheila glared at Cook.

Sheila's hand made a force, and the dough in front of her instantly deformed. She pinched, and somehow suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was a kind of enigmatic impulse and dependence, as if constantly telling her that the dough in front of her was really important.

Yes, Sheila Patrick needs it, she needs it so much.

The sudden feeling made Sheila's eyes condensed. She pondered the throbbing in her heart, and said to Cook in a low voice, "Dad, let's try to wrap it up and leave it in warm water to ferment. ."

"Put it in warm water? Put it by the oven, right?"

"No, that temperature is not uniform enough."

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