In the darkness of the night, Ozma is presented to a modest treehouse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info This treehouse is not much different from other treehouses in Loraine. If anything, it's that it produces some of the best pastries in all of Lorraine.

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"Shh~~~ Be lighter. My lovely granddaughter is already asleep. The grandmother reminded the two who followed her before entering the house.

Ozma and Ivan the Fat Man did not answer, but only made a definite gesture respectively. Seeing this, the old grandmother just shook her head helplessly.

All the way through the hall to the place where the grandmother made pastries. To Ozma's astonishment, the pastry shop took up half of the entire treehouse. The patisserie has any kitchenware imaginable, and even some utensils you have never heard of. Ozma looked east and west, occasionally causing a metal or ceramic clash or two, and these sounds caused a series of helpless shaking of the old woman's head. Ozma was also very embarrassed to see the grandmother like this, but Ozma, who was curious about the baby's illness, couldn't stop her hands from touching those strange utensils no matter what.

After the old lady took the two of them to look around her pastry room, she said to them:

"Today, I will first take you to familiarize yourself with the way to grandma's house, and also visit this pastry house by the way. In order to make that kind of pastry better tomorrow, you should go back and rest. ”

After saying that, the old grandmother was going to take the two away. When Ozma heard this, he couldn't say anything, so he was very embarrassed and obedient to listen to the old woman's advice.

Following

The next morning, of course, Fat Ivan wouldn't go with Master Ozma to his grandmother's to develop some new pastry. For Ivan, a foodie, as long as he can eat that kind of pastry smoothly, it doesn't matter if he knows how the pastry is made or whether he can witness the magic of this moment. Contrary to Ivan, who is a foodie, it is already a great fulfillment for Lord Ozma to be able to get a glimpse of the mysteries, let alone participate in them.

Ozma hummed a tune, and in three leaps came to the old woman's house. But it wasn't the grandmother who greeted him, but a very cute little Lori.

"You're Uncle Ozma. My grandmother asked me to tell you that you would go straight to the pastry shop when you came. The little girl said to Ozma crisply.

Lord Ozma's heart melted when she heard the crisp and melodious sound of a yellow warbler coming out of the valley. But what he did was a big surprise. I saw Master Ozma wave his hand again and again:

"Eh~~~ What uncle is not uncle, call brother."

After saying this, Master Ozma did not forget to gently pinch the little girl's pink cheeks.

Although the little girl was young, she also said to Ozma with a red face:

"Okay. Brother Ozma. Please follow me. ”

'Hey, hey!! Where are you taking your brother?! Little girl! Ozma said with a wicked smile.

Wrong wrong. It's too discordant, it's too inconsistent with the character of Lord Ozma (?) up. Start over!!

Master Ozma didn't say anything more, but followed the little girl straight behind and slowly came to the pastry room. When Ozma arrived at the pastry room, it was natural to see the figure who was already busy here.

"Grandma. I'm busy. Ozma said casually.

When the old woman heard Ozma's voice, she slowly turned around and said to Ozma:

"Kids. You've come just in time. Grandma had just come up with a new baking method on a whim. Now is the time for the pastry to take shape, and it is time to verify whether this idea is feasible. ”

After the old grandmother said this, she suddenly realized that she had just said the word 'whim', which can only be used for young people, and she didn't feel that she was red in old age. But this layer of crimson, dotted on the old grandmother's cheeks, does not show the feeling of shyness at all, but has a red glow of excitement for new ideas.

When Ozma heard the old woman's words, she was also overjoyed, and then said to the old woman:

"Grandma. Then I wish you all the best! ”

When the old grandmother heard this, the red glow on her face became more and more intense.

After 5 minutes, the window of the magic roasting device slowly opened, and a rich aroma of wine came out of it. Ozma smelled this level of wine, and was about to slap the horse at the old grandmother, but when she saw the old grandmother's slightly shaking crane head, she swallowed back the sycophant in her stomach, and replaced it with a sentence:

"What's the matter, grandma, is there too much wine? If so, then don't worry, my brother is a big drinker! ”

"That's not it, it's that this attempt has failed again. Again, the same old problem, wine is indeed too volatile for such a thing, let alone in a high-temperature device such as an oven, and it will not take a moment for it to be all emitted into the air. Although I used a special mixture to stop the evaporation of the alcohol, I underestimated the power of the oven. The old woman explained with a stunned expression.

"Can't you lower the temperature of the oven?" Ozma asked innocently.

"Hey~! Child. You don't know that. Each kind of pastry has its own optimal baking temperature, and if you blindly adapt to the conditions that do not allow the alcohol to volatilize, the copied pastry will not taste like that. The pastry that has lost its unique taste is nothing more than a ball of flour that has been heated. This kind of thing doesn't deserve to be called a pastry at all!! At the end of that, the old grandmother's cheeks, which had already regained their peace, flushed with a rich flush.

After listening to the grandmother's generous speech, Lord Ozma bowed her proud head for her own naivety and ignorance. But Ozma wasn't the kind of person who couldn't get up after a blow, and soon Ozma asked the old woman:

"Grandma. So what now? ”

"I don't know. Let's wait for grandma to try other combinations of ingredients. Hopefully, the next combination will be a qualified formula. After saying this, the grandmother did not hesitate, and continued to try other ways to combine ingredients.

Master Ozma silently watched the busy grandmother from the sidelines, and could not help for a while, and after a series of jingles in the pastry room, she went out to play with her little sister.