I Thought It Was a Healing Farming Game - Chapter 28

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I Thought This Was a Relaxing Farming Game
28

I removed the Ampoules one by one and inserted them in turn near the roots of my crops.
“I worked hard to buy these, so you’d better grow strong, understood?”
After tending the garden, I naturally stopped by the Village Hall.
“I’m looking for work!”
“Ah, Miel. You’ve come at a good time—there’s a decent posting. It’s a Regular Part-time Job. Would you like to see it?”
“A Regular Part-time Job?”
“Yes. Something to do with Butter Manufacturing, if I recall. Just a moment.”
The clerk found the job posting and showed it to me.

Ranch Part-time Job Posting
-Duties: Butter Manufacturing and Processing
-Schedule: 3 days per week, 4 hours per day
-Pay: 25 Gold per week
-Notes: Reputation increases by 10 weekly; 30% employee discount on Ranch products

My eyes went wide the moment I read the posting.
‘Finally!’
The Ranch Regular Part-time Job.
This was the Sweet Part-time Job you had to snag early in the game.
The hours weren’t long, yet the weekly pay was 25 Gold.
Over a month, I could count on a fixed income of 100 Gold alone.
‘And my Reputation keeps climbing steadily, plus Milk, Butter, and Cheese at a 30% employee discount…!’
There was no reason not to do this.
“I want to apply! Definitely!”
“I’ll process that for you. You know where the Ranch is, yes? Just submit this application form when you get there.”
The clerk printed the application for me.
I thanked them profusely and headed straight for the Ranch.
‘Oh wow. I’m finally doing a Ranch part-time job!’
As I walked along the winding path flanked by fences on either side, I spotted dairy cows grazing in the pasture.
‘They’re so cute! I want to pet them!’
Even if it had been a Milk production job, I would’ve been happy—but making Butter seemed fun in its own way.
When I arrived at the Ranch, Day appeared among the busy staff members.
“Hello! I’m here to submit my part-time job application!”
I approached Day and held out the application form, and she greeted me warmly.
“Welcome! My goodness. Miel? You’re the girl Mom mentioned! The one who helped move the Milk, right?”
“Oh! Yes. Is Mal here? If she’s working today, I’d love to say hello.”
“Mom’s off today. I’ll let her know you came by looking for her.”
Day spoke with a hint of regret, then led me toward the workshop.
“Let’s see if we have a work uniform in your size. You’ve never made Butter before, have you?”
“I know the basics, but I’ve never actually done it.”
I’d experienced it through the game, but this would be my first time doing it for real.
“If you know the method, you know enough. Come here. I was about to start work anyway—I’ll show you how.”
Upon entering the workshop, I noticed a large cold storage unit and three Butter Machines right away.
On one side stood a large sink and a wooden work table, stacked with deep molds and several layers of cloth.
“We collect fresh Milk every other day to make cream, Butter, cheese, and yogurt.”
Day took a Milk bottle from the cold storage.
“To make Butter, you first need aged cream. If you refrigerate the Milk for over a day, the cream rises to the top of the bottle like this.”
She skimmed the cream floating at the top of the bottle with a ladle and transferred it to another glass jar.
“You try it.”
I tied my hair back, put on an apron, and carefully skimmed the cream the way she’d shown me.
“Once you’ve skimmed all the cream, put it on the left side of the cold storage. Let it age for about 12 hours, and then you’re ready to make Butter.”
Day set the cream aside to age, then retrieved some finished Butter from deeper inside the cold storage and showed it to me.
“This is the finished Butter product. It’s our Ranch’s specialty.”
“The color is really deep!”
“Golden, isn’t it? Our ranch’s dairy cows are a special breed. Every dairy product we make comes out at the highest quality.”
She spoke with unmistakable pride, then carried the aged cream toward the machine.
Watching her effortlessly balance a bottle in each hand, I attempted to copy her and nearly dislocated my shoulders.
‘So heavy……!’
I was grateful she didn’t see my faltering steps.
If a part-time worker trembled over two milk bottles, it would damage my reputation.
As I finally set the bottles down, Day placed her palm on top of the machine.
“This is the Butter Machine. Pour the aged cream inside—all of it.”
I lifted the glass bottle brimming with cream and sloshed it into the machine.
‘It looks just like some enormous whipping apparatus.’
Once I’d poured all four bottles of cream, the container was half full.
“All four bottles in, then press the power button. Set it to level three. But first, make sure you have a wide cloth ready.”
Day pressed the activation button the moment she finished speaking.
The whipping mechanism spun to life, and cream splattered everywhere inside—across my apron, across my cheeks.
“Yikes!”
“See? That’s why you need to cover the machine with cloth right away.”
Day swiftly draped the cloth she’d placed nearby over the machine.
“I—I was startled.”
I hadn’t expected her to teach me through hands-on experience like this.
Day laughed as she wiped the cream from her forehead.
“Sorry, I scared you, didn’t I? If I just tell them to cover it, the moment I turn my back they act like it’s too much bother and just let it run without covering it.”
She wiped the cream from my cheek with a fresh cloth, smiling with a hint of exasperation.
“Every time a new part-time worker comes, the workstation becomes a disaster—I’ve lost count of how many times.”
A new part-time worker?
‘That’s strange. In the game, only the protagonist who came to the Node could work a part-time job.’
Had there been many other visitors before me?
The question was curious, but this wasn’t the time for it—I needed to focus on the work.
I kept my eyes fixed on the cream splattered beside the machine. “Is it okay if I clean the mess here?”
“Of course. The most important thing while you work is paying attention to that—keeping the machine and the area around it clean by wiping as you go.”
I fetched a cloth dampened with water and cleaned the floor and work surface thoroughly.
While the machine churned, I chatted lightly with Day.
“How are you settling into the village? It must be hard to adjust when you’ve only just arrived.”
“Everyone’s been so kind. I’m enjoying myself.”
“Well, you certainly have a graceful way of speaking. There’s a reason your grandmother recommended you.”
“Ha-ha. Grandmother seems to think well of me, but… I’m trying my hardest not to let her down.”
“That’s a good attitude.”
Day’s eyes shone with approval, then shifted back toward the machine.
“Ah, we should check on the cream’s condition now. After churning for fifteen to twenty minutes……”
Day lifted the cloth slightly to check inside the machine.
The cream had thickened to a texture like whipped cream—I could see it clearly now.
“This is fine to uncover. Once it reaches this consistency, it won’t splatter anymore.”
Day removed the cloth as she continued. “A little longer and it’ll turn into butter. You’ll see butter chunks start to stick to the inside of the whipper, and buttermilk will separate out at the bottom. From here on, you need to watch carefully.”
I observed the cream’s transformation closely, just as Day had instructed.
As time passed, orange-tinted butter granules began to form, and thin buttermilk pooled at the bottom.
“Now reduce the machine’s speed to level one. If you keep it churning fast like this, the buttermilk will splash and make a mess everywhere.”
As Day slowed the speed, I peered into the machine and spoke: “The butter’s clumping together and floating around… it looks just like icebergs drifting on the sea.”
“Oh, what a cute thought.”
Day laughed warmly and opened the lower part of the machine.
A generous amount of buttermilk—enough to fill the glass bottles we’d prepared—poured out.
“Once the butter has fully clumped together, you open the bottom like this and drain the buttermilk. It’s useful for cooking in all sorts of ways.”
Day closed the outlet and poured a cup of the buttermilk from the glass bottle.

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