❝ Right… ❞ She seemed to know her way around the kitchen way better than you did. Then again, you weren’t really into baking so these kind of tasks were a bit alienating for now. You didn’t want to make her wait since she already knew what to do so you set the eggs in a small bowl only to move to the stove to start warming up the milk. Putting the heat on medium-high was a safe bet, right?
As you poured the liquid in a measuring cup, you did listen to the girl’s story. So that’s how it was? You nodded a bit to yourself. Thinking about it, she seems to be living by herself and it didn’t seem like she kept in touch with her family. Well… It’s only an assumption.
You were hesitant for a moment before speaking up.
❝ I see… W-Well… If Shari likes it, how about making this every other year… if that’s okay with you, that is? ❞
You looked at her cautiously, wondering how she would react as you poured the milk into the saucepan that made a quiet simmering sound. Maybe saying something like this was a bad idea. Biting your tongue, you quickly looked back at the pan, a little worried that you might have made the atmosphere a bit uncomfortable.
Humming a tune as she chopped the ingredients, she gave a quick glance at Adachi as he moved to the stove. Slyly side-eyeing him to make sure he was following her instructions, she noticed that he was nervously fidgeting and had put the heat much too high. Before she could say anything, his voice rose up and proposed to her to make this Father’s day baking a recurrent event. This took her by surprise, and she contemplated the ingredients before her for a moment. Then, without a word, she placed her knife down before walking to him and slapping his wrist:
I said MEDIUM-LOW. Milk heats very fast and you’re gonna burn it!! ( Ò ‸ Ó) Turn it down and listen to my instruction. Baking is some precise science you know! ( •̀ω•́ ) As for the cake...
She looked at him, an indescribable looks reflecting in her sunglasses:
I’d be more than happy to make this again with you next year or the year after that, or whenever you want to. It’d be nice to keep this tradition alive even if my family is gone.
This being said, and after making sure that he lowered the heat, she went back to her chopping board. Once her task was done, she put it in a bowl and brought it to her aid-chef.
Alright. Now that the milk is warm, we’re gonna combine the marzipan and the chocolate in it. While I stiff the flour and separate the yolk from the white, I want you to stir the mix until it’s smooth. (｡･ω･｡) And remember! DON’T. BOIL. IT. (。≖ˇ∀ˇ≖。)
