I Became a Servant the Dragons Are Obsessed With - Chapter 7
Became a Servant the Dragons Are Obsessed With chapter 7
7 – Prepare your first sales
—-Kaak, Tu… !
When I stir the teaspoon with the special syrup and cream in the freshly brewed coffee, the coffee, which was black like my eyes, turns dark brown.
Now, drinking coffee is a piece of cake.
“Now, I rolled up a cup of cool coffee like I made yesterday, so please give me some advice.”
I put the special coffee prepared in the golden ratio on the coaster and told Johnson.
“Bur, it’s already done?!”
This dwarf, less than 1 meter tall, stepped on a chair and walked around the kitchen on tiptoe, probably curious about the identity of my special syrup.
However, the railing between the kitchen and the bar was higher than expected. A height close to the barrier for Johnson. Thanks to that, I was able to keep the special coffee recipe safe.
“yes. So please take your seat properly.”
“Shit… ! Is this a trade secret? well, good It’s a long way from the entrance ceremony, so let’s have a cup of coffee first and talk.”
John Johnson showed a dull complexion.
That’s probably why the spying failed.
Instead, he relaxed, smelling the scent of coffee, as if taking a small revenge.
Now it’s a mess even if I offer coffee with all my heart.
Now do it in moderation and let me know quickly.
For me, it’s a matter of fighting the village.
“Certainly, today the scent is not bad. I’ll drink well, Breeder.”
With those words, Johnson finally drinks his glass. He’s like, ‘Big… ‘!’ and put the coffee into his mouth in an instant.
It must be hot because it was just brewed.
As expected, like a dwarf, there is no real man.
The sight of him drinking coffee like soup makes me feel reassured.
Oh, of course, thinking about the special syrup made me feel sick to my stomach.
“Today, as well, I obtained and drank coffee with a rich flavor, so I will personally advise you as I promised.”
ㅡ Tak! Johnson puts down his glass with a sound. He took a few chews and savored the taste of the coffee. Then, as if he was feeling better, he stroked his messy beard and soon put on a satisfied expression.
“Yes, please hurry up please.”
“Oh, you mean you’re always impatient for a human being? Even if we get past the crisis today, we are destined to rot for the rest of our lives at the academy anyway.”
“I just had to stop saying good things. Anyway, what should I share to satisfy the ladies?”
I cut off the useless chatter and got to the point. It was obvious that if I got involved in useless talk, I would only waste precious time.
“Hmm, think about it with common sense. When drinking coffee, what do you think would be a good side dish?”
“Wouldn’t it be usually cookies or biscuits? Or maybe cake would be nice too?”
I recited ordinary desserts while tracing my memories of working part-time at a cafe for the past year. It was a private cafe with a bakery attached, so I had a vague idea of the basics of baking.
Recently, using that memory, I made a small amount of cookies through trial and error.
“Yes, I am well aware of it! Do you know how to make some desserts?”
“Are you talking about baking? I am not good at it, but I know how to do it.”
It seems to be a dessert that is more common sense than I thought.
What if I asked for something out of the blue?
It was fine at times. It was quite possible.
Actually making cookies was also successful.
Confectionery was a hobby I found in my dark daily life.
It was thanks to the fact that the cafe kitchen was stocked with ingredients necessary for baking and confectionery besides coffee.
Sugar and salt were basic, and flour, eggs, and milk were sufficient. Of course, thanks to the disappearance of the barn, eggs and milk will be cut off for a while… … .
He didn’t even know that these things were prepared for the taste of dragons.
“It’s really good that you know how to do the basics. But that’s not enough.”
“yes? What more do you need?”
“Girls have such picky tastes that you won’t be satisfied with a normal dessert.”
“Then, do you have any special preferences?”
“Everyone has so many different tastes, it’s hard to say it clearly, but… … . I can tell you this one thing for sure.”
Johnson, who had been babbling for a while, slowly moved his thick lips.
“They prefer flavors that are faithful to the basics rather than stimulating things like salty and sweet. Do I have to say that you enjoy subtle flavors like I do?”
“It’s not irritating and has a subtle flavor… … .”
Although it seems simple, it is difficult.
But for now, it’s rather good.
That said, you don’t need a lot of material.
I felt like I could make something with the minimal materials I had now. Even if there was no set recipe, the ingredients depended on the application.
The only problem is that I don’t have much practical experience.
“First of all, thank you for the information. When will the entrance ceremony be over?”
“It will take three or four more hours. They’ll probably come after lunch.”
OK, there is still plenty of time.
If you move right away, it won’t be too late.
I’m trying to do the best I can.
“Oh, are you moving right away?”
“Yes, I’m busy from now on, so don’t tell me.”
“Eh, tsk-! Talking nonsense… … . Then try again.”
ㅡBrush, rustle… !
I first thought of the best I could do and sifted the flour first.
‘Let’s bake cookies first!’
A single thought filled my head.
It was an extremely ordinary cookie,
Haven’t you been verified by Derke, who is no different from a local (?)?
Flour sifted through a sieve piles up in heaps.
Pour sugar and salt over it.
No shortage of sugar, just a small amount of salt.
I was still clumsy at accurate measurement, so I just hoped that it wouldn’t go bankrupt.
ㅡTok, jeouk… !
Next, I cracked an egg in a new bowl.
Focus on the freshest possible.
Then a small amount of milk was added.
ㅡswiss swish… !
The next sequence was obvious.
Whisk with a whisk to evenly mix.
The amount is quite large, so my shoulders are getting sore.
‘It would have been better with some baking soda or powder…’ … .’
Unfortunately, there was none of that here.
I’ll have to ask Erdin later.
For now, let’s do our best with the materials we have.
I’ve already made cookies once,
Anyway, there was no big difference in taste.
It wasn’t really a big deal though.
I only regret the swelling of the dough due to the yeast action, but it didn’t matter since I was making cookies, not bread anyway.
Combine the well-stirred mixture.
Then knead and bake it and you’re done.
So far it has been really smooth.
‘By the way… Is it really okay as it is… … ?’
After this, it becomes an ordinary cookie just like yesterday.
ㅡChideok, chideok, chideok… !
“Well? Why do you stop?”
The moment an impurity called thought interferes with the smooth dough, the hands stop. In response, Johnson, who was still in the break room, expresses a question.
“… … .”
It was good until I chose the one I was confident in.
But what next? what more do i have to do?
Would you be content with plain cookies?
‘No matter how much dragons like the taste that is faithful to the basics, are my cookies faithful to the basics?’
Objectively, it never is.
Although Derke said it was delicious,
It could have been that he showed a favorable reaction because he was relatively young and had a high level of basic liking.
So, what more do we need here?
It’s not irritating and has a subtle flavor.
Shouldn’t you have put away the cookies and boiled some prawns?
“It is not easy… … .”
It was a time when the decision in my heart was soft like cookie dough flowing down.
“Hmmm, by the way, the smell of roasted coffee today is milder and more fragrant than usual.”
I can hear the muttering of Johnson, who is still sitting in his seat. It was a blatant murmur somewhere, as if I was deliberately trying to hear it in my ears.
‘Oh yeah… ! John Johnson, thank you so much-!!’
I could get a hint from that murmur.
I grabbed a handful of the cooled coffee beans. And then… … .
ㅡDeaf, Dedeuk… !
Finely grind the coffee in the grinder.
I mixed in a small amount of sugar.
Then, the contents were transferred to a frying pan.
—-They… … .
And it was fried in a pan once again. It was a process to properly mix the sweetness of sugar while bringing out the flavor of coffee.
Stir it a few times over low heat, and the scent of dalgona rises.
At this time, I turned off the heat and mixed the thickened contents with the dough. The pure white dough turns dark brown.
“Ohh… this this… … .”
I finished the dough and made a rectangular shape, but Johnson’s chooim bird kept interrupting from the side.
‘Hey man, do you have any work today? Or is it just because it’s an entrance ceremony?’
ㅡPushuk, push it… !
I ignored Johnson’s gaze and revived the remaining embers in the small oven/firepit with a bellows.
“Cool, cool… !”
The charcoal and firewood are burning, acrid smoke rises, and the fire is finally lit.
Immediately after that, the tray with the rectangular dough neatly placed was put into the oven.
It was an oven, not an oven, so we had to be careful not to burn the contents. It was the stage that required the most concentration because if I accidentally burned it, I could end up charcoal-grilled.
When I baked regular cookies, it was baked enough in about 5 to 7 minutes.
‘Hu, please don’t burn and bake deliciously… … .’
I closed the oven entrance and closed my eyes for a moment. It was because my head was pounding from the sudden movement.
How much time has passed like that?
An alarm sounds when the time is up.
‘Well? alarm? Wait, there was no such thing as a timer here… … ?’
I had no choice but to panic when I opened my eyes to the sudden alarm sound.
[Currently, a new target wants to communicate with you.]
[A target that can communicate with Beast Taming: John Johnson (Dwarf, Lv.109 / None)]
[Do you want to accept sympathy?]
damn… … ?