Chapter 37

Delicious things are made of "sugar" and "fat."

I know!! But, I want to eat them.

The author, while eating a donut, wrote this.

"Well, if I were to ask for something... I want an oven that can bake things other than bread."

Bread has to be baked in a dedicated oven, or the smell will stick to the oven.

"What else would you bake...?"

Rick, who mixes formal and informal speech, asked. This is similar to Rana, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Meat, fish, or even pastries."

"Meat... Can't you use a frying pan?"

The question arose, wondering if baking meant using a frying pan or a pot.

"It's not that you can't, but it's more convenient to bake them all at once. You can easily make roasted chicken or tandoori chicken... For fish, the skin would become crispy and delicious, I think."

You can do it with a frying pan, but the oven is good because you can leave it alone for a while. It's especially convenient when you want to bake something thoroughly.

"Got it. Then, you can use the oven here. I don't use it much."

Rick said he could use the oven built under the stove. He usually uses a larger oven in a different place to bake bread, so this one is hardly used.

"Thank you!!"

Rana thanked him. With this, she could make baked pastries and other things.

"Alright... Let's bake some bread now."

If the bread is cut thick, it's better to soak it for over an hour. Since it was cut quite thin, and the custard liquid she had prepared in abundance was completely gone, the bread must have absorbed a lot.

"All that's left is to fry it with butter... Can you help me, Rick?"

"Huh!? ...W-Will I...?"

It's just a matter of frying it without burning it, which isn't difficult, but he was suddenly very nervous.

"Hehe... It's not hard. Just don't burn it."

Rana couldn't help but laugh at his surprise. He might have thought she would do everything.

"...I'll... try my best."

Rick put in some effort.

Rana laughed again. Because "try my best" is not the right expression here.

—Sizzle.

When the bread soaked in custard liquid was placed in the buttered frying pan, a sweet aroma filled the kitchen. The sweet smell tickled their noses, and one by one, their throats made sounds.

Some even made the sound of swallowing saliva.

"Someone... please give me a plate!!"

It was almost time to flip the bread.

"...Here you go!!"

Without saying who, a plate was offered at the perfect moment. Rana thanked them and placed the well-baked French toast on the plate.

"Good, it's perfect."

It was beautifully baked, a bit lighter than a golden brown.

Damn, I want to put ice cream on it!!

I want to drizzle honey and maple syrup on it!!

So, I know I'll gain weight...

But, I want to put plenty on it!!