"Why can't you help me while I'm resting my arm!"
The first thing I heard when I walked back into the kitchen was Isaac complaining about his sore arms.
"Because making the butter is your job, not mine!" Lionel replied.
"Come on Lionel, you can give him a little help," I said to him. "We also took turns when making butter."
He rolled his eyes, but still took the jar from Isaac and started shaking it. Isaac stood next to me and massaged his own arm, letting it rest on the cool countertop.
As they chatted about their classes and exchanged the jar back and forth, I got out a bowl and the rest of the ingredients I would need for the pecan filling. Chef Cooke made some extra pie crust for me the day before so that I didn't have to make it again for the pecan pie.
While waiting for the butter to form, I lined the pie pan with the dough and also started mixing sugar and molasses together into a bowl.
After finishing the preparations, I picked up my book and started reading.
"What is that book about?" Lionel asked, handing over the jar of cream to Isaac.
"It's an adventure book about this incompetent knight that gets by on complete and utter luck. The title is The Useless Knight's Overwhelming Fortune!"
"Sounds completely unrealistic," Isaac said. "It would be more productive for you to read something that teaches you."
"I am learning a lot," I countered. "I'm learning what not to do in real life by reading about everything this knight does."
"I mean, you can't really argue with that," Lionel said, moving next to me to read the book as well. "Knowing how to behave properly is useful information."
"You can't be the one to talk about proper behavior. You show the least etiquette at mealtimes, and every time we had class with Mrs. Abbott, she scolded you the most," Isaac complained.
"Hey! I know how to behave, I just don't feel like it! What's the point anyways, we are in our own home, it's not like we're out in public."
"Huh, what's this," Isaac suddenly stopped shaking the jar.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"Feels like something else is in the jar. Did it break?"
I took a look, saying, "Nope, it's not broken. It's just the butter solidifying, meaning it's almost done. Just keep shaking it for another minute or so."
Isaac did as I asked, and after it was complete, I washed the butter to get rid of leftover buttermilk.
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Let's Start A Bakery!
FantasyReborn as a lady into a strange family. How will our protagonist achieve her life's dream of starting a bakery when she has to worry about living until 14 first? Read to find out! Corvalia has suddenly been taken over by someone else. "What the...
