episode_0069

Before eating the cake covered in whipped cream, I used my fork to dip the strawberries that were on top as decorations, put them in my mouth, and chewed them. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

“Hmm? This taste…”

Even if it was an extra-large size, I didn’t expect much because it was so small compared to the extra-large strawberries of the 21st century, where greenhouse cultivation and GMOs have become common, but no matter how little genetic improvement has been done, a strawberry is a strawberry. Sweetness is sweetness. A sour taste is a sour taste.

If it was only sweet, it would have felt unpleasant, like biting into a lump of pure sugar, but this strawberry had the right balance of sweetness and sourness, so the two flavors contrasted and felt better.

When the taste nerves try to taste the sweetness of the strawberry that has been cut into small pieces by the teeth and spit out the red flesh, the sour taste relieves the fatigue of the taste nerves, and the sour taste is so excessive that it is difficult to tell whether you are eating a strawberry or a lemon. It could be said that the sweetness covers up the sourness before it even gets there.

The texture is great… I’m thankful to Elysia for making the cake with strawberries, but I’m also thankful to Hanna for buying the ingredients so Elysia can make the cake. At what market did Hanan buy these delicious strawberries? Gulp.

Now that you’ve swallowed the strawberry, it’s time to take a bite of the cake. As I look at the cake, I feel like sticking a knife into the stomach of the Austrian empress, who made nonsense about eating cake if there is no bread, and waving a red flag, but before a great revolution threatens, I quickly move my fork and find a cake covered in whipped cream. Cut the corner of the cake with a fork and bring it to your mouth.

The combination of soft whipped cream and moist bread, and even small pieces of strawberries in between the cake sheets along with the whipped cream. It tasted exactly like what you get at a 21st century franchise cake shop.

If it’s this size and tastes like this, I think it could be sold for 40,000 won per piece in Korea in 2029. How can food from the past taste so familiar? Even though it’s the past, isn’t it because it was only a hundred years ago, not a thousand years ago, so everything is there?

Elysia put her face close to me and asked if I was frustrated that I was just thinking about what it tasted like without putting it into words.

“How does the cake taste with my touch, Paula?”

“Uh, huh? Wow, it’s delicious. Of course it’s delicious. It’s a cake you made for me, not for anyone else, so it’s bound to be delicious.”

“Phew, I’m glad. Since he doesn’t say anything and just eats, I have to know what he’s thinking.”

Elysia sighs in relief after hearing my answer. I was thinking, if I had known this would happen, I would have said something a long time ago… But at some point, Bryn walked up to the kitchen where we were and tapped my leg that was exposed under the chair, making me make eye contact with him.

“Mom, what do you drink except Bryn and Free?”

In Bryn’s arms, who was asking me a question, was Free, who had a face full of curiosity like her older sister… No, how could a 1-year-old baby put her arms around the armpits of her 0-year-old sibling and lift her up and carry her around? the poor? The weight of a 0-year-old may not be very heavy, but the strength of a 1-year-old would be weak enough to not even be able to lift it, right?

Since the children who were left in Hannah’s care while the cake was being made came to me, it probably wouldn’t be a problem.

“Our princesses, we came to see what mommy is eating~? This is called strawberry cake… It’s hard to see because it’s on the desk, right? I’ll bring the baby chair right now and let you sit on it, so just wait a moment~”

That’s what I said, but it would be difficult if I just did what I wanted without asking Elysia’s opinion in the place she prepared for me.

“Can the kids sit here?”

“…Okay, do whatever you want.”

His face looks somewhat glum, but since I said yes, I’ll have the kids sit on my left side. (For reference, Elysia was originally sitting across from me, but at some point she moved her chair to the right side and sat there.)

I put down the fork and brought two baby chairs with long legs but narrow hips and back support, placed them close to the desk, and had the children sit on them. Children who were short and had difficulty even sitting on an adult chair, let alone looking up at the world on the desk, were only then able to see at a glance what their mother was eating.

The children, who had only received powdered milk or breast milk, must have been very impressed by the cake covered in pure white cream like breast milk and the red shiny strawberries, and their eyes sparkled and they responded as if they wanted to eat that too.

“Wow, wow…”

“Beee…”

Bryn, who was at least a year older, was the one who saw an object called a cake for the first time in her life and opened her lips wide and let out an exclamation of exclamation. It was Free who drooled and wet the bib. When I saw that, I was troubled.

‘I can’t tell children who want to eat cake that they shouldn’t eat it because they are too young, and I wonder if their stomachs can digest it properly to give them a big bite…’

I know better than anyone else that Bryn and Free are far from ordinary infants and toddlers, but once they were in the form of infants and toddlers, I had no choice but to be cautious in my approach.

After much deliberation, I decided that an infant’s stomach could easily digest a whipped cream cake that melts and disappears as soon as it is put in the mouth, but large strawberries would be difficult to eat, so it would be better to cut them into small pieces as if sandwiching them between cake sheets or give them juice. I decided to put it into practice.

…Until I caught sight of the children with their lips covered in whipped cream and their plump cheeks eagerly moving before I fed them.

“Radish, radish, radish, radish.”

I was wondering when on earth I had eaten the cake, so I looked at the main body of the cake that was left over after I and Elysia had eaten enough, and I could see that the corner was very slightly eaten away. It was enough to fit into a small baby’s mouth.

The culprits were the hummingbird friends Hannah brought from her hometown. Thanks to Hanna, the hummingbirds, who were able to use not only their egos but also a little bit of magic, read the hearts of the babies who wanted to eat cake and used their telekinesis to give them a bite each.

When I turned my attention back to the children, the children, who had just melted the entire cake in their mouths with their saliva and swallowed it, avoided my eyes, saying that they did not know what was going on. If I had wiped some of the whipped cream off my lips and acted pretentious, I would have been fooled…

no. How could you be angry at such cute kids? I took a bite of the cake while their mother was lost in thought, and I spoke to the children in a soft voice, relieved by the innocence of the children who thought that if they just swallowed and destroyed the key evidence, they would not notice.

“Our princesses, if you wanted to eat cake, you should have told mom. Are you eating without telling mom?”

Only then did the children stop avoiding my gaze and spoke.

“Hehehe… I’m so curious… I’m sorry, mom…”

“Awww!”

You can’t spit on a smiling face.

With a fork, I scooped out a lot of whipped cream and a little bit of cake and put them in the children’s mouths one by one. What was surprising was that the sisters, who were not much older than each other in age, sat calmly without fighting over who would put it in their mouth first.

I heard that if there is a small age difference between brothers and sisters, it is easier to get along, but it is also easier to fight. Even when their mother returns in the evening and breastfeeds them, my children remember who ate first last time and then give up the turn to the one who ate first. I really like this mother because Hae-joo has a kind heart.

‘Winter, who will be born in a few months, will have to grow up just like these children…’

Perhaps because Winter realized that I was thinking about her, Bryn started talking to me as if asking me to focus on her and not on her unborn little brother.

“I drink more because it’s a cake my mom made!”

Uh… Uhm… I guess there was some misunderstanding. It’s not like ‘the cake my mom feeds me = the cake my mom made.’ I need to correct the misunderstanding.

“This is not the cake my mom made. The one with pink hair next to my mom…”

For a moment, I couldn’t decide how to introduce Elysia to the children and ended up stuttering, but it wasn’t long before I instinctively knew what to say.

“This… Dad… This is the cake that Dad made.”

When Bryn realized the truth that she was moved by eating the cake made by her father (?) and not her mother, she filled her cheeks with air and then spit it out, making the sound of a balloon deflating. There seemed to be great disappointment.

“Beepee…”

I was afraid that if I left it alone, Free would become sullen along with her sister, so I hurriedly added.

“Mom will make cake and feed you later, so don’t be too disappointed~”

Then, Bryn raised her head as if asking when she had shown signs of disappointment.

“Really… really? Are you going to make a drinking cake for Bryn and Free?”

“Of course~ But I already ate cake today, so if something good happens next time… Well, since there’s still a lot left for Christmas this year and Bryn’s birthday next year… After the midterm exams are over, it would be appropriate. After Mom passes the exam safely at school, I will bake her a cake to celebrate. How do you feel?”

“I made a promise to Bryn and my mom!”

I smiled happily when I saw Bryn spread out her little finger, the smallest of all baby fists, which are much smaller than an adult’s fist, and asked for a token of promise. I put my little finger, which was much larger than Bryn’s fist, and made her promise to make her a cake.

Elysia, who was listening to the story next to me, seemed to be interested in the cake I had touched, and gave me a secret, expectant look. Feeling burdened by the person receiving the gaze…

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This is a variation that showed a little less of Hannah’s butt and a little more of her breasts that I showed you yesterday!

One more illustration of the main character.

Now it seems like it’s time to create illustrations that are more dynamic and reflect the content of the episode than illustrations that simply tell us what the characters look like, but is that possible with drawing AI?