episode_0093

A promise to make a delicious cake after taking the midterm exam.

Originally, I was going to make a cake as promised as soon as the exam period ended.

Bryn said that there was no need to rush and that when Mom’s test scores came out, we could all eat the cake together with a smile on our faces. Thanks to that, we were able to receive a test paper plastered with circles without a single hatch, enjoy costume play, and then get to work on making the cake.

‘Children in other families sit down and scream when they get a toy they want, but our eldest daughter even worries about whether her mother might be busy after her exams… She’s so polite. For a child like that, a cake made with ordinary milk Since I can’t feed… I guess I’ll have to use breast milk, right?’

‘Ugh, I thought I was used to breastfeeding thanks to my past experiences… but it seems like holding a child in my arms and breastfeeding and making a cake with breast milk feel completely different. ‘I feel very embarrassed when I imagine a cake made with my breast milk going into someone else’s mouth.’

I came out of the room wearing an apron that was whiter than a white person’s skin color to prevent foreign substances from getting on my body. The first thing I did was draw a bird’s eye view of the cake I wanted to make, and based on that drawing, I wrote down the dimensions in mm and the weight of each ingredient in mg. A design was drawn up.

I didn’t notice anything strange when I picked up the paper and pencil to draw up a design, but after Elysia pointed it out, I realized that the habit I had developed while working as a thief in the original world was causing trouble here as well.

“Phew… Paula. Who else but you draws blueprints when cooking? I understand how to imagine the finished cake when viewed from above, below, and from the front, as well as drawing a cross-sectional view… but it’s not quite a blueprint. Even a smart person like you sometimes shows a foolish side like this?”

“Jo… just wait a moment! If you prepare this thoroughly… you will be able to make the most delicious cake in the world in no time without failure!”

“Really? I’ll give it a try. The taste of a cake made by my beloved wife.”

Although I lost a lot of face with just a few words, I pressed ahead with the design work. I couldn’t put down my pencil because I believed that it would be better to finish something than to stop drawing halfway.

“Cluck cluck…”

“Hey! Why are you giving encouragement to my pretty and beautiful mother? It’s so bad! Mom, don’t listen to the pink-haired girl and just keep doing what you’re doing! Bryn will support mom!”

“…There’s nothing a young child can’t say. Who are you calling ugly? Where have you ever seen such a pretty-looking ugly person?”

“Hmph!”

Ignoring Elysia’s laughter from next to me, I listened to Bryn’s voice, which didn’t seem like she would support me no matter what I did (I think she called my stepdad a ‘pink-haired nerd’, but I misheard that. Right?) The blueprint that I succeeded in completing in time after moving the pencil… seemed quite plausible.

People who don’t know it might think it’s not food, but a drawing showing how to make a cylindrical weapon.

Elisia, Hanna, Bryn, and Free, who were watching my work from beginning to end, would naturally know the identity of this painting, so there would be no confusion.

Among the ingredients that make up this cake (probably the first in the world to have a blueprint), there was no need to purchase the milk separately. All I had to do was attach the breast milk pump that was lying around in the corner of the house and pump it out, but I asked Hannah for the rest. I had to do it.

Before giving birth to my husband’s baby, I wore a French maid’s outfit that usually covered the curves of my body (although I couldn’t completely hide the voluptuousness of my breasts and pelvis), but now, as if something had happened, I became a maid with a very high level of exposure. luck…

No, this is to Hanna, who looks like a girlfriend who prepared a maid cosplay to be loved by her lover on a very special day.

I put my mouth to one of Hannah’s ears and whispered quietly enough so that other people who were interested in the cake plan I drew couldn’t hear.

“Hannah. Actually, I wanted to talk to you as soon as I saw you come out to meet me at the front door… What is that look like now? Did Elysia secretly tell you to wear clothes like that?”

I might not have asked this question if I had changed the long skirt that was included in my existing outfit into a short skirt.

A black top made with so little fabric that it clearly exposes the dark cleavage and barely covers the areola.

Unlike the bare part where the navel is not exposed because it is covered with black cloth, the back is nicely carved.

She boldly omitted her bottoms and wore only black stockings, a garter belt, and thongs below her waist, and wore a white apron that was as short as a miniskirt around her waist, showing off her radiant figure without shame. hip.

I couldn’t help but say something when I saw the outfit that was so unhealthy that it couldn’t be considered the outfit of a maid who would take care of the children while my husband and I were at school.

Although I, who am currently feeling uncomfortable seeing her flirtatious behavior, have committed many acts while living with Elysia that should never be discovered by children, I have at least gone to a place where the children can’t see and committed my crimes!

How could a maid who shares most of her day with children wear such unhealthy attire? Absolutely not! Being dirty in front of infants and toddlers is a no-no! It’s a summary execution!

…I wanted to shout it out like that, but neither you nor I can break the order under the pretext of Elysia’s request after being engraved with a uterus tattoo, so I wasn’t willing to let it go if there were circumstances I could understand.

When the owner tells you to wear obscene clothes 24 hours a day, how can a mere property dare to refuse the owner’s instructions?

‘Even though it’s sexy… it covers all the places that need to be covered…’

however…!

“Ah, this is an outfit I made purely because I wanted to wear it like this. How about this? Is this level of exposure enough to receive the master’s love?”

While answering my question, Hannah’s eyes and body are directed towards Elysia. Her cheeks are slightly red due to blushing. Hannah holds both sides of her chest, which was already very superficial, with her hands and presses them hard, making her areolas stick out.

Even though she was dressed like that, I had no idea that she would try to seduce my husband in front of the children, so I was momentarily at a loss for words.

As soon as I came to my senses while Elysia and the rest of the group were still fixated on the cake plan, I whispered as hard as I could into Hanna’s eardrums.

It was a cry of a size that could barely be classified as a ‘whisper’ category.

“M…What! What are you doing to my husband!”

When I came out like this, Hannah took a step back, contemplating her expression.

“It’s a joke, a joke. Are you saying this because you’re afraid I’ll covet the hostess’s position? Rest assured, that won’t happen. As a maid who is pregnant with my master’s child, I just want to receive the minimum amount of attention and love. By the way… shouldn’t we make a cake now?”

“Oh… look at my mind.”

The uneasiness in my heart still remained, but I thought that if I waited any longer, I wouldn’t be able to even make the dough, let alone the cake, so I hurried towards the kitchen, holding the blueprint with several pairs of eyes focused on it.

There was a pile of ingredients (except milk) that Hannah had bought in the kitchen, and all I had to do was take out what I needed and use it.

When making a cake, I used an electronic scale that can measure substances in nanograms without relying on vague and inaccurate units such as water measurement, teaspoon, and tablespoon. In addition, it is essential for the dough to become a cake. succeeded in completely controlling the processes that must be followed.

As I was doing this, it occurred to me that I could also make a cheesecake using freshly expressed breast milk, so I placed a new mold next to the dough that I had been making from the beginning, which would eventually become a whipped cream cake.

…This time, I didn’t necessarily draw a bird’s eye view or blueprint.

Fill a round mold with a time acceleration function full of breast milk… Depending on the size, the ripening process, which can take several hours or more, is completed in just seconds, and the light yellow cheese that has been revealed to the world is properly processed… and the cheesecake is complete!

Next, we took out the dough that had been put in the oven, spread breast milk cream on the outside, and placed fruits such as kiwi and mango on top instead of the strawberries we tasted last time to complete the whipped cream cake.

When the finished cakes were placed on the table one after another, among the people who had already set up chairs and were waiting, the one who was most genuinely happy was Bryn, who looked like her mother.

“Wow… Mom made not one, but two cakes… This must be heaven…”

At the same time, Elysia was making a meaningful expression as if she was plotting something, Hanna looked stern regardless of her expression, perhaps because she had done something earlier, and Free just seemed to have no thoughts.

Unable to extinguish the momentary overwhelming emotions, I turned around and wiped away the tears that had just slightly moistened the corners of my eyes.

Ugh… As expected… Bryn is the best. This mother lives by the taste raised by our Bryn…!