𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝
“He doesn’t have any.”
“Well, then, what does he dislike?”
“Demon King-sama has neither dislikes nor favorite foods. That person naturally does not require meals.”
It’s an impossible task to make someone who doesn’t need to eat drool with delight. Or perhaps they think that as Olivier-sama’s substitute, I can naturally accomplish it.
But I can’t make sparkling sweets like those lined up in the capital’s patisseries. Besides, it’s unclear if that’s even what they want.
I thought that maybe the two of them were teasing me, but they both have serious expressions. I can’t read their emotions at all. After crossing my arms and thinking for a while, the answer was quite simple.
“I’ll just make what I can make.”
One could say that I gave up on thinking, but it’s better than making something unfamiliar and it turning out bad. With that decision, I immediately start cooking.
I’m making steamed sweet potato bread.
It’s a sweet treat made by making a vegetable called sweet potato in my previous life. It’s one of my favorites. I have a steamer, and all the ingredients are ready, so there’s no problem.
I swiftly prepare the ingredients and cooking utensils.
I start by putting diced sweet potatoes into a pot. While they boil, I butter the cups and mix the other ingredients, such as cake flour, baking powder, eggs, and milk, in a bowl. Once the sweet potatoes are cooked, I add them to the bowl and mix roughly. Then, I pour the mixture into the cups. All that’s left is to arrange them in the steamer and steam for twenty minutes.
It’s simple but very delicious. It’s a captivating treat with a gentle sweetness that makes you unintentionally eat too much. I confirm that it’s not raw by skewering it and then placing it on a plate.
“What is that?”
“It’s not a cake, is it?”
“Is it even a dessert?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you planning to serve that to Demon King-sama?”
“That person is patient, so if it fails, it would be wise to remake it.”
“Let’s remake it now.”
“If you’re not good at making sweets, I can bring a book from the library for you to refer to.”
“That would be great. I’ll pick out a few books.”
“Then I’ll inform Demon King-sama. . .”
I am sandwiched between the same faces and bombarded with harsh words. It’s not that they are belittling me, but rather they are worried. It seems that this looks like something extremely unpleasant to them.
Rather than being unpleasant, it’s more like a reaction to something unknown.
Although they have been watching me closely while I was making it, it seems to be a matter of trust in me.
“This is good!”
I don’t know if Demon King-sama will say it’s delicious, but for me, it’s delicious. I can eat two or three of them in no time. It was well-received by my family and the children in the neighborhood. That’s why I decided to make this.
If it’s said to be not tasty, then I’ll just accept that our tastes don’t match.
Having made the decision, I call out to the maid-like demon who was waiting at the edge of the kitchen.
“It’s ready.”
Behind me, the two cooks sway back and forth.
“Are you okay?”
“If we get scolded, let’s apologize and make it again. This time, we’ll help too.”
“Then, should we make a cake?”
“Let’s look it up now.”
It may be a bit rude, but they seem to be good people. . .probably.
“Thank you for letting me use the kitchen.”
“No, everything inside the castle belongs to Demon King-sama.”
“You don’t need to thank us.”
After bowing, we leave the kitchen. They see me off until the exit of the kitchen.
Guided by the demon, I return to the king’s chamber. When I open the door, I meet eyes with Demon King-sama. He has a beaming smile that can be seen even from a distance.
“Hurry and bring it here.”
Beside Demon King-sama, Tyran-san is beckoning. Unlike Demon King-sama, he doesn’t seem to be looking forward to the sweets.
Climbing the stairs leading to the throne, I extend the plate to Demon King-sama.
“This is the sweet I made.”
“. . .What is this?”
“It’s steamed sweet potato bread.”
Seeing the steamed bread, Demon King-sama’s expression stiffens.
From the reactions of the two earlier, I had a rough idea, but it seems that demons don’t have a habit of eating steamed bread. I observe as I rotate the plate.
“Of all things, it’s a child’s snack. . .”
Tyran-san, who knows what this is, distorts his face. Although it’s not a sparkling sweet, he might have expected something more sophisticated.
If it’s Olivier-sama, what kind of sweet would she prepare?
If I had known that I would be asked to make sweets, I would have asked in advance, but unfortunately, I have no means to contact Olivier-sama from here.
