Tasia loves pastry so much that as long as she is immersed in the aroma of pastry, she feels like she can do anything in the world.
However, she didn't like it from the beginning.
His father is said to be a very capable pastry chef. He also participated in the royal capital's ten-year cooking competition and won a silver medal in the pastry category.
However, after that competition, he resolutely gave up the lucrative job he could have obtained in the royal capital, and chose to leave the royal capital and travel around.
Finally, he met his mother in a small town with beautiful scenery. They fell in love and settled down.
Then, there was me, and the family of three spent what should have been the happiest period in their lives.
The memories about that time have long been blurred, and most of them were told to her bit by bit by her mother in a reminiscing tone.
But the good times did not last long. My father became seriously ill and passed away in pain.
Tasia's family has since lost an important financial pillar.
In order to make a living and to inherit her father's craftsmanship, her mother forced Tasia to knead dough with her when she was very young, kneading the dough into various shapes.
At that time, Tasia regarded this matter as a heavy task.
But she is sensible and will not feel dissatisfied because she cannot go out to play. She only feels frustrated.
The biscuits made by oneself are not as delicious as those made by father and mother.
Customers who have been patronizing our bakery for a long time will be able to tell the difference just by taking a bite.
"Oh, today's cookies were made by Tasia, right? We still need to keep working hard."
Those people always say that.
Little Tasia was sad.
We obviously followed the same steps, used the same temperature, and set the same baking time. Why is there such a big difference in taste?
She even had doubts about her abilities.
Could it be because he didn't inherit his father's outstanding talent?
Could it be that I can't do it well because I'm too stupid?
These messy thoughts lingered in her mind every day, making her hide and cry secretly.
Later, it was my mother who found me sitting by the stairs at night, sobbing silently.
After listening to her troubles, she smiled softly.
"Tasia...the secret of cooking is the happiness you feel during the making process." Mom said.
"Recalling every step and detail of making it with my favorite family members; thinking about the joy and expectation of sharing it with close people after the work that carries my heart is completed... One day, you will also be able to make the most satisfying pastry..."
Amid her mother's gentle words of comfort, little Tasia fell asleep in her arms.
After that, many, many years passed, and Tasia implemented the secrets taught by her mother into baking, and her cooking skills gradually improved.
And now, I have made new friends - classmates Chris and Wayne.
She didn't understand until now what it felt like to have friends.
When you are bullied and feel embarrassed, your friends will step forward to help you.
Even when facing people with a more noble status, as a friend, he will stand up for himself without reservation.
It's really... very reliable.
To her delight, the two friends also liked the cookies they made.
So, on the day when she was going to visit her for the first time, Tasia once again made a lot of cookies to prepare as a greeting gift.
With the feeling of wanting to share it with them, Tasia felt that her performance this time was smoother than ever before.
Taking the cookies in a box, she happily said goodbye to her mother and got on the carriage sent by the Wincher family to pick her up.
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When Tasia arrived in a carriage, Wayne and Chris were standing at the gate to greet her.
For some reason, Chris looked a little embarrassed, and she always glared at Wayne from time to time.
Wayne is quite natural.
"Tasia, welcome to our home." Seeing Tasia getting off the carriage, he said enthusiastically.
In addition to the two of them, there was also a short white dog jumping up and down very excitedly, circling Tasia.
"Wow... such a cute dog." Tasia knelt down and touched its head.
Xiaobai raised his chin with an expression of enjoyment.
"It's the prototype of Bobby." Chris said with a smile.
"Huh? Really~!" Tasia was pleasantly surprised.
"Woof! Woof!" Xiaobai called softly twice, as if in response.
Wayne calmly picked up Xiaobai, held him in his arms and rolled him around.
"How old is it?"
Tasia stared at it without blinking, still unwilling to look away.
"Hmm..." Chris thought for a while and said uncertainly: "She should be almost five years old, right?"
"Ah, aren't you almost middle-aged?" Tasia asked curiously, "Do you have a baby?"
Wayne couldn't help but burst into laughter, "It's not born with that kind of ability."
I don’t know if it’s because it claims that its own body is just an observation object and does not have a gender in a strict sense.
Therefore, Xiaobai has never been in estrus, and there is no need to worry about breeding him.
Several years ago, Wayne had a whim and introduced another snow-white female dog to her, and she almost bit her clothes off.
Hearing Wayne's answer, Tasia was surprised for a moment.
Then he looked at Xiaobai with a very pitiful expression: "Then it must be very lonely without a family~"
"No, we are his family. He doesn't know how much fun he has every day!" Chris turned to look at the white dog in Wayne's arms, "right, Xiaobai?"
"Woof!" Xiaobai couldn't fight out of Wayne's claws, so he had to shout.
After a brief polite exchange of greetings, Chris happily pulled Tasia into the house.
In the kitchen, they try making stocking milk tea together.
After spending some time, Tasia made one under Chris's guidance and took a bite.
“What a special taste~”
"How about if we promote this, it will definitely sell well!"
Chrissy said confidently.
"But...such a precious formula is given to me so easily, does it matter?"
Tasia's eyes sparkled with tears and she was obviously shocked.
"It's okay." Chris said to her with a smile.
"Because my friendship with Tasia is more precious in my heart than these dead things."
Under such a bright smile, Tasia felt that her whole body was about to melt.
In front of these two friends with noble personalities, what I can do for them... is really too little.
