"Ah~ another good day" Mebeis yawned, lazily walked from the attic to the bathroom, and after tidying up, he was ready to start making the recipe about the other world in his head.

"Daddy, morning" Mebis slowly pushed open the hidden wooden door, greeted the first greeting in the morning, looked at the empty back kitchen, and couldn't help but wonder, because of Mebes's lazy personality, every day Daddy will get up earlier than him to start preparing for the beginning of the day in the tavern, suddenly a yellow papyrus paper skimmed out of the corner of his eye, picked it up gently, and gradually frowned while reading.

There are only a few strokes on it, and the messy description shows that the owner is very urgent.

"Child, you will grow up eventually".

"And I'm going to do something that no mortal can do now, and the tavern has to be managed by you for the time being."

"Don't worry, Dad, I have my own measure, at least... Won't die so soon."

"My Child Mebes"

Halfway through, Mebis put down the piece of paper, his expression full of worry. From Daddy's information, a "mortal can't touch" As far as he knows, except for legends such as evil gods, only a "wizard" who is beyond mortals is qualified to describe it like this, and now he can only pray silently. If something happened to his father, Mebis swore that he would definitely crush the other party's head, clench his strong fists, and surround Mebis with a violent aura.

The lockers in the back kitchen are empty, and Mebes, who was in a state of gluttony yesterday, has consumed the remaining ingredients, and it is estimated that yesterday's dinner party was also seasoned by Daddy with the few remaining spices, so it was gone early this morning, and it happened that the tavern was closed today, and there was no Daddy's care, so he squandered a whole day's time.

"Although I can deal with the visitors of the town alone, but..."Mebes's lazy personality has slowly manifested itself after losing his father's control.

"Besides, I have to try to make recipes from another world, how can I give up my great ideals for a little money" Nodding, Mebis, who had made up his mind, took a small bag of gold tar coins, brought a small backpack, closed the back door and went to the market happily.

In the otherworldly memories of Mebes, there are many tempting desserts, and as a person who aspires to be the best cook, this is a must to learn, and it is a very unsuccessful experience to have no memory but not to practice one's craft.

Although the town of Grimm is small, it connects many important trade routes, and the caravans are willing to stop and replenish in this beautiful town, and over time it forms a large and small commercial transit point, where all kinds of goods on the mainland can be seen, and the huge trade chain makes this remote town more and more abundant, and it is also one of the more prosperous towns under the earl.

Horse-drawn wagons of all sizes gradually piled up in the market in the center of Greentown, and there were many knights in iron armor guarding the safety of goods, and the two long market streets were filled with the cacophony of noise, the sound of merchants arguing fiercely with traders, and the slamming of slaves unloading heavy loads from tall wagons.

The hawkers' stalls were crowded with women snapping up their stalls, and Mebes remembered that today seemed to be a monthly market meeting, which was supposedly set up by the Earl to hand over the relatively poor surrounding towns.

Each town has its own special product, but the opening of roads and the low reputation of the product cannot be achieved to the maximum extent, and this kind of conference gives them hope.

Mebes carefully searched for the materials he wanted, and he was amazed by the variety of things that were usually difficult to access in the bazaar, and the variety of strange products. Dried fish with huge eyes, goat cheese only at the northern end, and fragrant dried goods from the West.

The black-haired and blue-eyed man dressed in a rag linen was quite eye-catching on the street, and eyes from all directions looked at this handsome and charming young man, and I don't know why, since that gluttony, his personality has become more and more free and easy, and the revealing clothes have been the consequence of Mebes's patience, at first he still wanted to go out naked, such a face attracted young women from all walks of life, and even a few middle-aged obese women with heavy makeup, also threw flattering eyes at Mebes, and that horny appearance made him feel a chill.

After searching for a while, he saw one of the things he was going to buy this time, 'flour'. In this less productive world, finely ground flour was expensive, less gluten, and could only be obtained after being carefully sifted many times by a special person, and the aristocracy ate more, and there were more coarsely ground flours, etc.

The stall was full of flour, rye flour, couscous, all kinds of leguminous flour, and the stall owner was a very old man, with silver-white hair, a face that had been ravaged by time, and a pair of cloudy but sharp eyes. Behind him was a bag of leather bags, which could be seen from the printing of the leather bags to belong to the Violet Chamber of Commerce, which is a chamber of commerce all over the continent, almost everywhere, and Mebis often traded with them for cherished ingredients, and he was no stranger.

In the memory of the other world, the flour used to make pastries can be subdivided into two categories, namely high-protein high-gluten bread flour and low-protein low-gluten cake flour, looking at the many white powders on the stall, Mebis fell into deep thought, and finally used the discriminating knowledge in the otherworld to see the difference, what makes people care is that the old man is not clear about the classification, but mixed together, and then Mebes bought the low-high powder of the two golden pagodas and left.

Nowadays, the general sugar is a piece of yellow rough processed sucrose, which is very different from the powdered frosting required by Mebes, and there is no way. Fresh butter had to be sealed and preserved, and the other few were far away from the town of Santa, which had a large meadow next door, and were susceptible to spoilage due to the weather. In this case, the price is not much different from flour.

Fortunately, this month, the vendors who came to Santa Town brought a lot of fresh butter sealed into jars, as well as the liquid cream that Mebis had been worried about being out of stock, and he was overjoyed and had to pay 4 gold pagodas, you know, 3 gold pagodas can make ordinary 3 families live for 4 or 5 months, and Mebis also hoarded so many private towers because of the high price of the tavern and the famous reputation.

In a happy mood, Mebis walked to Aunt Sim's stall in the town, which specializes in high-quality eggs. That's the basis for determining the quality of desserts, and of course you have to choose the best, Mebis thought. Walking to the stall full of eggs, Mebes saw a familiar figure, Maisie, the tavern maid, wearing a simple long dress that did not hide the natural beauty of the girl. Because he was busy, a little sweat flowed from his forehead, and his hands gently picked up oval eggs and put them in the soft box.

Mebis greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, Maisie" The maid who was busy heard some familiar voices and was stunned for a moment, looked up and saw Mebes's bold smile, opened her eyes and said in surprise:

"Hello, Mebes"

"Are you here to buy the tavern ingredients again?" said the latter, nodding his head.

"Can you help me get 4 boxes of good quality eggs, the tavern is closed today, I want to make some desserts and sell them tomorrow" Mebis followed the girl in front of her.

"Of course"

After a while, Maisie, whose face was a little flushed, quietly stared at the back of the young man leaving, until Aunt Sim, who pretended to ignore it, patted the girl's thin shoulder and said with a smile

"Everyone is gone, every day you have to see and you are not satisfied, you look at those girls on the street, who didn't fight for this job at the beginning, eh, that stupid girl in my family is too, she has been shouting that she is not Mebis and will not marry, but I am sad" The girl's ruddy face became more and more red, and she fiddled with her fingers, as if the words of being an aunt did not exist.