Happy Life
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- Quite delightful, - Ayano says, inhaling the aroma and approvingly placing the final dot in her Temple notebook, where she had meticulously recorded the entire process.
She had dreamed of contributing to this endeavor herself, perhaps even crafting some amusing shapes from the ingredients, but those fantasies were not meant to come true... A touch of sadness and disappointment washed over her for having put on her apron for nothing, but it didn't surface.
Perhaps that was for the best. After all, everything happens for a reason, especially when it's not done by someone unskilled, which would likely have resulted in wasting expensive ingredients, an unappealing appearance, an unpleasant texture, a disgusting taste, and a strong feeling of rejection after consuming the final product. It was certainly true that a gift from the beloved old teacher would be much better in their situation than one from the rejected rice cake lady.
Comforting herself in this way, the sponsor of this culinary creation puts the notes away and nods:
- For someone of your background, the desire and ability to master such a process once again speaks of boundless love. I would like to think that this small event, among other things, also evoked warm, nostalgic emotions in you. And thank you for your help.
Then, she randomly rummages through all sorts of kitchen drawers in hopeful search of some suitable container to pack it in - handkerchiefs, pouches, wrapping paper, ribbons, and so on.
She had dreamed of contributing to this endeavor herself, perhaps even crafting some amusing shapes from the ingredients, but those fantasies were not meant to come true... A touch of sadness and disappointment washed over her for having put on her apron for nothing, but it didn't surface.
Perhaps that was for the best. After all, everything happens for a reason, especially when it's not done by someone unskilled, which would likely have resulted in wasting expensive ingredients, an unappealing appearance, an unpleasant texture, a disgusting taste, and a strong feeling of rejection after consuming the final product. It was certainly true that a gift from the beloved old teacher would be much better in their situation than one from the rejected rice cake lady.
Comforting herself in this way, the sponsor of this culinary creation puts the notes away and nods:
- For someone of your background, the desire and ability to master such a process once again speaks of boundless love. I would like to think that this small event, among other things, also evoked warm, nostalgic emotions in you. And thank you for your help.
Then, she randomly rummages through all sorts of kitchen drawers in hopeful search of some suitable container to pack it in - handkerchiefs, pouches, wrapping paper, ribbons, and so on.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
