I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 220

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Chapter 220 – Demon King Cooking

The next morning was pleasantly sunny, and we awoke refreshed. Breakfast was as good as ever, and we were sipping our herbal tea together in satisfaction when a thought occurred to me.

“Ecla-san’s place must be a mess.”

“I’m sure it is. But that is the witch’s karma. I won’t help her. Yes, unfortunately.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

There is an option to just sit back and wait for things to cool down, but I think it’s better to just leave it to others and enjoy the holiday.

I should bring a little souvenir to show my sympathy to her camp.

“Do you like sweets, Myrril?

“Yes, of course I do. I like black ones. When I dip them in warm animal milk, they get all soft and tasty.”

I can understand that. But those cocoa cookies are not suitable as a gift for Ecla-san. It’s easy to see that they were made according to industrial standards, and people will ask where the cookies were made. First of all, it is not very thoughtful.

I call to the landlady, who has just finished cleaning up the breakfast.

“Sandra-san, can I borrow your kitchen for a minute?”

“Sure, but do you cook, Takifu-san?”

“I’m no match for Sandra-san in cooking, so I’ll concentrate on eating. Today, I’m going to make some sweets for souvenirs.”

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Flour, milk fat, sugar, baking powder, and chocolate boards. Then, eggs, milk, cream, and vanilla extract. I lay out the ingredients on the counter. I also bring a bowl and a whisk. I don’t use a baking pan for the sake of amateurishness. I’ll use the other containers I took from the Kingdom’s army.

I’m going to make chocolate chip cookies, which are the easiest, the least likely to fail, and the most universally accepted, and pudding, which I remember making as a child, even though it looks a little difficult. As for the other recipes, I can’t remember them.

“You have a surprising talent, don’t you?”

“No, not really. I can’t make real pastries, you know.”

“Baked goods and… steamed goods? If you can do that, I think you are good enough.”

The ingredients, with the exception of eggs and dairy products, were prepared by me. The only cooking utensils borrowed are a steamer and an oven. Myrril and the landlady looked at me with interest as I mixed the flour on the counter. Sandra-san was fascinated by the whisk with overlapping looped rings. She told me that they have one in the Republic, but it is similar to a tea whisk and that it is made of shaved and furred wood, which is expensive, corrodes easily, and is fragile.

“I can give you the ingredients and utensils if you like since I don’t use them anymore.”

“Really!? Thank you, Takifu-san!”

Sandra-san herself rarely makes pastries, not because of her skills or knowledge but because molasses is expensive in the Republic. I know the price of insect molasses myself, so I kind of get it. It seems that most of the sweeteners available to the general public are processed fruit products.

“There is a kind of fermented barley called sweet barley, though.”

I was shown a jar, but it was a syrupy, thick liquid. I guessed it was maltose. It was softly and elegantly sweet but not the kind to satisfy a sweet tooth.

I asked about the sugar, and it seems that very little of it is distributed in the market.

“This… looks like molasses made from sugar powder, but is it really okay if I take such an expensive-looking thing?”

“It’s fine. I bought it a while ago. I thought it would interfere with the molasses business if I sold it at Sarz.”

“That may be true. Takifu-san, you don’t seem like much of a merchant…”

“I think so, too.”

I agree with her.

Instead of butter, I mix flour and sugar with milk fat, add a little baking powder, and then add crushed chocolate to the dough. I’ll also add some crushed nuts from Casemaian if I can remember to.

“I want to bake these just enough so they don’t burn.”

“Don’t worry, there’s still some fire left in them. I’ll see how it turns out.”

“Please do.”

So, while the cookies are baking, I mix the eggs with more egg yolks, then mix the milk, cream, and sugar separately at human skin temperature, then combine the two and mix some more.

When the foam has settled, I pour the mixture into a small cup.

“Will you steam this?”

“Yes, that’s how it’s done. It is also delicious with boiled chicken broth, with meat, fish, or vegetables instead of sweetening it. Be careful not to get air bubbles in it because they will ruin the appearance and texture.”

“I see. I’m learning a lot.”

Before I knew it, Sandra-san was writing down the recipe on a piece of paper. I heard that there were dishes for baking, boiling, and frying eggs, but there were no dishes for steaming eggs. Steamed meat and vegetables are common, though.

Sandra-san made a meringue out of the leftover egg whites to try out the whisk. I’ll make the topping later.

The cookies baked well, and the pudding steamed were taken to the cafeteria for a quick tasting. Just in time, two women who came to help with lunch joined the tasting.

The woman in her thirties is Leila-san, and the woman in her teens is Leila-san’s daughter, Marla-san. They are also relatives, Sandra-san’s sister and niece.

“”””‼︎””””

First, the women who took the pudding in their mouths froze. It is a little funny that even Myrril froze.

“””It’s delicious…”””

“Umu, this is so good! It’s making my mouth watery!”

Watery. I know exactly what that means. I tried one myself, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, with just the right amount of vanilla essence. There were a few air bubbles on the surface, so I hastily poured caramel sauce over it, and it worked.

I had Simon tilting his head at me this time when I was stocking up. “A bowl, a whisk, baking powder, and vanilla extract? Where are you headed?” He said, I don’t know how he got them, but apparently, he got a hand from his wife, and she got it right away.

We don’t talk about it much, but it seems that his wife is also very active in the community where Simon lives through her community service. A saint and a saintess. I hope their future is bright.

“This “Kukki” is not so bad. It’s more than “Orio” now!”

“This black, slightly bitter flavor is very good.”

“When you bite into it, the sweet milk fat melts in your mouth, and it’s irresistible.”

Yes, it’s the taste of calories, but they don’t understand. I seem to have opened a forbidden door, but let’s leave it gently here.

With the ladies’ approval, I packed the finished product into the basket I borrowed from Sandra-san. After sharing some of the crumbled pieces, I left the “Wolf’s Tail Restaurant,” which had begun preparing for lunch.

“Now it’s time to go to work.”

“I don’t think it’s that complicated, do you?”

No, I hope so. I hope it’s not too much trouble.