"How is it?" Rion asked while raising a spoonful of fruit cake before Dora.
"It’s *nom* good," Dora answered while munching the cake. "But it’s not sweet enough..."
Hearing that, Rion let out a defeated sigh and mumbled, "This as well?"
She nodded innocently, and he murmured, "I see..."
For the past three hours, they had been to various sweet shops and stalls, but none of them had desserts with enough sweetness... it wasn’t that they weren’t sweet... instead, Dora wasn’t able to feel it because of her fading sweet taste buds.
Rion looked up at the boundless sky and muttered in thought, ’Would it work?’
’Nothing wrong in giving it a try.’ With that, he stood up from the bench, offered his arm to her, and said, "Let’s go."
She looked at him with a puzzled expression, shot up to her feet, and asked, "Where are we going?"
"I want to try sothing." He smiled.
She wrapped her arms around his, tilted her head, and muttered with a sweet smile, "Let’s go then~"
A few steps away from the sweet stall, the remaining five — Zaelyane, Calvus, Jamie, Yuura, and Salis — sat in a tavern nearby and savoured its wines, high-quality roasted at, bread, and cheeses.
But even then, Yuura was still staring at Dora and Rion.
"Can you give it a rest?" Zaelyane muttered with a tired look.
"What? I am just making sure that they are safe," Yuura grumbled with a displeased look.
Zaelyane shot him a disgusted glare and said, "Aren’t you supposed to keep us safe?"
She leaned back in her chair. "Is this how you follow your liege’s order?"
"Tch." Yuura clicked his tongue, picked up the wine glass, and took a big gulp only to spit it out the next mont.
"Bleh! How are you drinking sothing so bitter?" Yuura asked while looking at Calvus and others, but none of them answered him.
Zaelyane, whose face was drenched in wine, slamd her hand onto the table and muttered through gritted teeth, "You better check all of your drinks, because I am going to poison at least one of them!!"
Seeing their friendly banter, a chuckle escaped Calvus, and he mumbled, "It’s never a dull mont with all of you."
Jamie and Salis nodded to his words, and Yuura stared at them with a pale expression and thought, ’Why are they giggling when she just announced to poison my drinks?’
No matter how Yuura looked at it, humans from beyond the mountains were always weird.
Rion and Dora passed through the vibrant crowd, watched a group dance for a few minutes, slipped into the silent streets, and finally reached their destination.
An old bakery.
Rion didn’t know much about modern cooking, nor did he ever have any need to check their preparation process while lying in his hospital bed.
So unlike the many novels in which the main character brought a revolution in food and fine dining, all he could do was tell the master bakers and chefs the vague ideas he had in his head.
That was why, instead of going to the newer fancy bakeries, he had decided to make his request to one with the most experience.
He pushed the old wooden door and stepped inside the bakery.
Dora looked around and mumbled, "Why is it empty?"
"Because my grandma is too stubborn to make it fancy like the other bakery," a young man answered from behind the counter.
Rion and Dora shifted their gazes towards him, and he smiled. "Welco to Nanny’s Bakery. I am Mathew Wilson."
Wilson placed the nu on the counter and asked, "Please have a look and let know what you want."
Rion looked at the nu, then at Wilson and mumbled, "Are you the chef?"
Wilson shook his head. "That would be my grandma."
"I see..." Rion requested, "Can I please et her?"
The instant his words reached Wilson’s ears, his smile faltered, and he stated in a chilled tone, "If the thing you want is beyond our nu, then please leave our establishnt."
Rion frowned. "No, it’s in the nu, but I am not sure if she would be able to cook it."
Wilson narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to make mad? Cause it’s working."
His expression turned furious. "How dare you disrespect my grandma’s cooking?!"
Rion sighed deeply, shook his head, and said, "I am not trying to disrespect her. It’s just that I want her to use my ingredients."
"Oh!" Wilson hit his open palm with his fist and whispered, "So this is what it is about..."
"You want her to make sothing with YOUR ingredients, and later you’d use that as sothing to defa us like how those fancy bastards did!" Wilson spat through gritted teeth.
Unable to control his emotions, he slamd his hands on the counter and muttered with a cold smile, "Unfortunately, I must ask you to leave."
"Willy, what’s going on?" A soft, frail voice asked from the bakery’s kitchen.
"It’s nothing," Wilson answered.
The curtains leading to the kitchen flapped, and a slightly chubby, old woman walked out of the kitchen.
Seeing her, Wilson sighed. "You didn’t have to."
She let out a dry giggle, bopped his nose with her finger, and asked while looking at Rion and Dora, "What do you want to buy?"
Rion slipped his hand into the leather bag hanging on his right shoulder, took out one of the hundred extrely delicious and sweet apples, and mumbled while showing it to her, "Can you make a pie with these apples?"
Grandma looked at the apple with narrowed eyes and mumbled, "Is that so kind of special apple?"
Rion nodded, took out his dagger, sliced the apple, and offered it to her.
Wilson and Grandma looked at the slice with suspicion.
An irritated look appeared on Rion’s face. He moved the slice before his lips and munched on it.
A dreamy look appeared on his face as the apple instantly lted on his tongue.
Wilson stared at his face and asked, "It can’t be that good... right?"
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