The Youngest Daughter of the Snake Family - Chapter 58

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Episode 58
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“Bahrun!”
“……Miss Aileen?”
The moment I stepped into the Dining Hall, I began searching for Bahrun.
Hearing me call his name, Bahrun emerged from the Kitchen.
“Is something the matter? I didn’t receive any notice today…….”
“I came because I wanted to tell you something.”
“Tell me, Miss?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
“Of course. Please go ahead.”
When I hesitated and couldn’t bring myself to get to the point, Bahrun’s expression grew puzzled.
I glanced toward the Kitchen.
“I want to make a snack together with you in there.”
“……I beg your pardon?”
As expected, Bahrun looked taken aback.
His face said he couldn’t fathom why I’d suddenly appeared wanting to cook something.
After a moment of silence, Bahrun let out a soft laugh.
“Is there something you’d like to eat, perhaps? If so, I can prepare it for you.”
“No, no. That’s not it!”
“Then……?”
“I want to make a snack with you to give to Father. Won’t you let me?”
At my words, Bahrun’s expression hardened at once.
……Surely he wasn’t about to refuse?
Looking up at him earnestly, Bahrun laughed awkwardly and shook his head.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
“Why not?”
“The Kitchen contains many dangerous tools. Should you injure yourself, I fear my head will be forfeit. I do prefer to keep living, Miss.”
But this time, I couldn’t back down.
I grabbed Bahrun’s arm as he turned to head back into the Kitchen.
Then I fixed him with the most earnest gaze I could muster.
Flinch. Bahrun slowly opened his mouth.
“……Miss, I truly cannot make an exception here.”
“Then I won’t touch anything dangerous.”
“…….”
“I’ll be good.”
“…….”
“……Won’t you, Bahrun?”
Cling.
I reached out and clung tightly to his muscular arm, honed by years of kitchen work, and Bahrun closed his eyes with an expression of resignation.
I grinned. It worked.
“Who could possibly win against Miss Aileen?”
Shaking his head with a rueful smile, Bahrun opened the Kitchen door and gestured for me to come in.
Yet he spoke with stern resolve.
“You must not touch anything dangerous. I’ll handle all of that.”
“Yeah. I trust you.”
“And first, we should get your attire in order.”
“My attire?”
Now that I looked, Bahrun was immaculately dressed.
He wore a Hygiene Cap on his head and a Mask over his mouth.
He stepped deeper into the Kitchen and rummaged through various corners, searching for something I could wear.
And finally, he produced an Apron with an elaborate, frilly design.
I stared at it hard.
“Bahrun.”
“Yes?”
“……Is this yours?”
When I pressed him with a doubtful look, he let out a small cough. His silence suggested my suspicion was correct.
So this was his taste.
Since everyone’s preferences deserve respect, I nodded in understanding.
“Thank you for understanding, Miss.”
He draped the Apron around my neck, folded up the hem that dragged on the floor several times, and secured it in place.
Then he tied the Sky Blue Ribbon snugly around my waist and fitted a yellow Headband on me to keep my hair from falling into my face.
“Well, that should do for preparations.”
“What are we making?”
“Something simple today…….”
Bahrun chuckled and began putting the ingredients laid out on the counter back one by one.
……Even if I promised to be careful, he didn’t seem entirely at ease.
Then again, I had told him my head would roll if I so much as cut myself.
Watching the streamlined ingredients, I stood there blankly until Bahrun spoke.
“We’ll be making Jam Cookies today, Miss.”
“……Cookies? Does Father like those?”
“If you make them, sir will enjoy them no matter what.”
Rosaria had said something similar earlier — why did everyone say things like that?
“Now then, let’s begin preparing the Dough.”
“Right!”
I rolled up my sleeves with determination.
Bahrun’s skill was extraordinary — at least it looked that way to me.
“Wow, Bahrun, that’s amazing!”
Watching him demonstrate first, I gasped in admiration, and he laughed bashfully.
“Haha, it’s nothing much. Since this is likely your first time Cooking, Miss Aileen, it might just seem impressive.”
“It’s incredible!”
“As you just saw, the proportions matter greatly when preparing Dough.”
“I see! Let me try too.”
I can do this!
I added the ingredients one by one into a large bowl.
First I poured in a suitable amount of flour, then added egg, sugar, and melted butter on top.
After that, as I worked the flour with my small hands, Bahrun smiled contentedly.
“You’re doing very well.”
“Really?!”
“Yes, indeed. You must continue kneading until the mixture no longer sticks to your hands.”
“I understand.”
Until it no longer sticks to my hands.
Murmuring only those words, I kept working my hands steadily.
Knead and fold, knead and fold.
Bahrun began kneading alongside me.
My portion was quite small, while what Bahrun was kneading was much larger.
How much had I worked it?
I straightened up and exhaled deeply.
Now the Dough no longer stuck to my hands.
“You seem to have done it correctly.”
“What do I do next?”
“Simply pinch off a piece of the Dough and shape it as you wish.”
Bahrun pinched off some of the Dough and showed me a star shape.
“Ooh.”
“Press the center slightly — you’ll need to put Fruit Jam there.”
“I understand.”
What shape should I make?
Bahrun had already made the star……. A heart seemed easiest and prettiest.
I rounded out a piece of Dough and then pressed it flat with my palm.
Next, I pressed the center to create a small indent, then shaped it into a heart.
Seeing what I’d made, Bahrun burst out laughing.
“The cookie is rather small.”
“Huh?”
“I suspect it’s because your hands are so tiny, Miss.”
I looked at what Bahrun had made, then at what I’d made.
Oh no. It really was small.
What Bahrun made looked like I could eat two or three of them by my standards, but mine was small enough to pop into my mouth in one bite.
By Cade’s reckoning, it would look tiny indeed.
“The Head of Household will recognize it immediately. He’ll know at once which one you made, Miss.”
“It’s so small though…….”
“Mix it with what I’ve prepared. Now let’s try spreading the jam.”
“Mm.”
“Here, I’ll give you a spoon.”
Bahrun retrieved several varieties of fruit jam. The sweet aroma struck my nose forcefully.
“Please add the jam generously and in different varieties. That way it’ll look prettier.”
“Mm.”
I picked up the spoon and began by scooping a generous heap of Apple Jam.
As I repeated the motion across the dough, before I knew it, we were finished.
“Now we simply need to bake them. Please wait a moment.”
“Wow! All done!”
A satisfied laugh bubbled up from within me.
I hoped Cade would like this.
I walked to a chair in the corner and sat down. My legs ached from standing for so long. My lower back and arms throbbed dully.
Bahrun approached and untied my Headband and Apron.
“You have something on your face.”
“Where?”
“I’ll clean it for you.”
He brought a damp cloth and wiped my face. It seemed I had flour on it.
I sat still and accepted Bahrun’s gentle touch.
After some time had passed.
Ding. The wind-up clock alarm chimed softly.
The cookies appeared to be fully baked.
I followed close behind Bahrun.
The cookies laid out on the broad pan were baked a perfect golden brown.
“Would you care to try one?”
Bahrun, wearing large oven mitts, pulled out the pan and handed me a cookie broken in half.
I took it and ate it.
A nutty, sweet flavor filled my mouth. The part where the jam clung to it was especially soft.
“Delicious!”
My eyes widened in surprise.
Did I really make this? I couldn’t believe it.
“The Head of Household will be delighted when you present these to him.”
“Wow…”
Bahrun quickly finished packaging the cookies. A Sky Blue Ribbon hung long across the transparent box.
I accepted it.
“Thank you, Bahrun.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“Do you think Father will like it?”
“Of course he will.”
“Then I’ll be going! See you next time!”
“I will be waiting.”
Bahrun walked me out of the Dining Hall. After a brief farewell, I headed straight for the Office.
I had to keep the packaging from coming loose!
I walked carefully. And when I arrived at the Office entrance.
“What is your reason for permitting a visit from Roysar House?”

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