"Are they here?" Sadano Ayano pushed her glasses and slowly closed the chess book in her hand.
"We're already at the door, let's go!" Mizukoshi Mio urged.
Sadano Ayano then stood up calmly, tidied her clothes a little, and then nodded: "Let's go."
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"Sorry, I'm a little late."
As soon as the two of them got in the car, Charlotte's mother spoke.
"It's okay, Aunt Isaar." Mio Mizukoshi said quickly.
Although she was a bit careless, she was able to distinguish right from wrong. She was actually very grateful that the other party was willing to come all the way and take her and Sadano Ayano with him.
Charlotte's mother smiled and said, "It was mainly because we wasted some time moving the refrigerator. Otherwise, we should have been here half an hour ago."
Mizukoshi Mio responded without saying anything else, but Sadano Ayano beside her grasped the key point of her words: "Refrigerator? Aunt Isaar, what are you doing with the refrigerator?"
"Mom made the Polish-style Mazurka cake!" Charlotte said somewhat boastfully.
Mazurka cake is a traditional Polish dessert. Although it is not very famous worldwide, its flavor is very unique, and the taste is even better after being refrigerated.
In this way, it is clear why Charlotte's mother brought a refrigerator.
"I made a few small cakes specially. Please help me taste them later to see how they taste. If they don't taste good, I won't show them to others." Charlotte's mother said with a smile.
"It must be delicious!" Mizukoshi Mio's lips moved slightly, she was already a little drooling.
Charlotte's mother smiled and started the car.
If possible, she would rather Mizukoshi Mio and Sadato Ayano help her taste it now.
Unfortunately, there is no power socket for the refrigerator in the truck. If it is opened rashly, it will definitely affect the flavor of the Mazurka cake.
We can only wait until we arrive at Vittorio's cabin before we can give it to the two of them to taste.
If Charlotte's father hadn't known the supervisor of Vittorio's Hut, it would not have been easy to get the refrigerator in the truck into Vittorio's Hut.
However, Charlotte's father is French, and Vittorio's Hut happens to be a typical French restaurant, so it is normal that the other party knows the manager of Vittorio's Hut.
Receiving Shuiyue
Mio, Sadato Ayano and Charlotte's mother did not delay any longer and drove towards Vittorio's cabin.
Because Charlotte's father was familiar with the manager of Vittorio's cabin, she went there often, so she was quite familiar with the place.
They drove all the way to the freight passage of Vittorio's cabin, where the supervisor was already waiting for them at the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Izoar." Seeing Charlotte's mother driving the pickup truck into the freight channel, the supervisor took the initiative to come forward and speak.
"Hi, Madan." Charlotte's mother stopped the car and waved to the supervisor.
"You called me before and said you brought some good things." The supervisor looked at Charlotte's mother with a smile.
"Well, I haven't made Mazurka cake for more than a year, and I want you to help me check it." Charlotte's mother said with a smile.
"Mazurka cake, where is it?" The supervisor's eyes lit up when he heard the word Mazurka cake.
His grandmother was Polish and a devout Catholic.
When I was a child, my grandmother would make Mazurka cake every year before Easter to satisfy the family's craving for sweets after Lent.
His childhood days left a deep impression on him, and to this day, Mazurka cake is one of the supervisor’s favorite desserts.
Chapter 1753 Yushan Kazuto's Taste
"Please bring it out quickly and let me have a taste. I can't wait any longer." Recalling the delicious food in his memory, the supervisor couldn't help but speak.
"We'll have to wait a moment. Let's take the refrigerator out of the trunk first." Charlotte's mother said slowly.
The supervisor couldn't help but glance at Charlotte's mother: "No wonder you called me before coming here."
Charlotte's mother smiled, walked to the trunk, opened the door, and a silver refrigerator appeared in front of everyone.
Although the refrigerator is not big and appears to have a capacity of only about 100 liters, it still takes some effort to take it out smoothly.
Fortunately, as the supervisor of Vittorio's cabin, he was still able to mobilize a few people.
The supervisor arranged for two people to come forward, and several people took out the refrigerator together. After plugging in the power, Charlotte's mother finally took out a few small cakes from the refrigerator and distributed them to the supervisor and Mizukoshi Mio and others.
As soon as she got the cake, Mizukoshi Mio couldn't help but take a quick bite.
The first thing you taste when you take a bite is a crispy texture, which is completely different from the softness of ordinary cakes.
In the production process of Mazurka cake, puff pastry is needed, which is somewhat similar to puff.
Under the crispy skin is the soft filling. Although it won't flow because it has been refrigerated, you can still feel the ultimate soft and fragrant taste.
The collision of the two tastes, coupled with the chilled flavor brought by refrigeration, and the various nuts sprinkled on the surface of the cake, the four are intertwined together, instantly making people feel refreshed.
"How is it? How does it taste?" Charlotte's mother asked.
"It's very delicious." Mizukoshi Mio no longer knew what words to use to describe the taste, and could only use such a poor word as "delicious" to reply.
Ayano Sadano beside her couldn't help but blink slightly, lowered her head, and took a small bite. ^Q@Q群#２]⑧∑六≮９+*五￥⑨∵彡≯０≮７∽
The crispy feeling in the mouth made Ayano Sadano's eyes light up. Then the soft filling squeezed out from the layers of puff pastry. The complex taste made people want to savor it carefully.
"How is it?" Charlotte's mother asked again.
"The combination of multiple tastes adds a sense of layering to the cake. The cool feeling after refrigeration suppresses the greasy feeling of the filling and nuts. The direct combination of the multiple textures is perfect." Sadano Ayano said slowly.
Charlotte's mother couldn't help but smile. When Sadano Ayano commented on the food so meticulously, she really did look like a gourmet.
After taking another sip, Sadato Ayano couldn't help but glance at her supervisor.
Judging from the other party's previous performance, he was obviously very eager for the Mazurka cake, but why hasn't he started to taste it for so long?
The supervisor naturally has his own understanding of this.
In his opinion, the Mazurka cake just taken out of the refrigerator has not yet reached its best flavor. It is best to wait until the filling is slightly melted before it can be tasted.
But the melting time cannot be too long, otherwise the puff pastry will become soft.
Therefore, according to the supervisor’s understanding, the best time to enjoy the Mazurka cake is one and a half minutes after it is taken out of the refrigerator.
Of course, this is calculated based on the current temperature and humidity. If it is at other times, it depends on the specific situation.
The entire best tasting period is not long, only three minutes.
After waiting quietly for more than a minute, the supervisor finally started to taste it.
As soon as he took a bite, the supervisor felt tears welling up in his eyes. This was the Mazurka cake in his memory! Every time he tasted it, it would bring back memories.
Although the chewing action did not seem fast, the supervisor's speed in finishing the cake was not slow at all.
The supervisor finished eating the Mazurka cake in two minutes, and the entire time was still within the best tasting period defined by the supervisor himself.
After eating the cake, the supervisor lowered his head and looked at the ground, but ripples of childhood memories emerged in his mind.
"How is it, Mr. Martin?" Charlotte's mother asked.
Among all the people present, the supervisor's opinion was the most constructive. After all, he had been immersed in the catering industry for many years and had often tasted Mazurka cake since he was a child.
“Whether it’s the choice of ingredients, the temperature of baking, the combination of various tastes, or the satisfaction it brings, it has reached an impeccable level.” The supervisor gave a very high evaluation.
“You can rank this as the second best mazurka I’ve ever tasted.”
"Who's the first one?" Charlotte couldn't help but ask.
"The first one was made by Uncle Madan's grandmother." Charlotte's mother spoke up without waiting for the supervisor to reply.
Charlotte couldn't help but blink slightly: "Charlotte thinks that what mom does comes first!"
Charlotte's mother looked at Charlotte and couldn't help but smile. Charlotte had lived in Japan since she was a child and had only tasted the Mazurka cake she made. It was natural for her to be ranked first.
The supervisor didn't say much, and he couldn't guarantee that his ranking was not influenced by the filter of his childhood.
"But there's one more problem."
Changing the subject, the supervisor spoke again.
Charlotte's mother couldn't help but become alert and waited quietly for the supervisor to continue speaking.
"If I'm not mistaken, the Mazurka cake should be given to Mr. Yushan, right?" the supervisor asked slowly.
Charlotte's mother nodded: "Charlotte
I was always taken care of by him, so I wanted to make a cake this time to thank him a little bit.”
"I like this taste, but Mr. Yushan may not like it." said the supervisor.
Charlotte's mother couldn't help but blink slightly. Today is Yushan Kazuto's birthday. Even if everyone else praised it, only Yushan Kazuto didn't like the mazurka cake she made, then this time could be considered a failure.
"Last year, Mr. Yushan also prepared a birthday party in our Vittorio cottage."
"The cake at that banquet was very big. I was lucky enough to get a small piece to taste. It tasted not as sweet as Mazurka cake," the supervisor said slowly.
The standard Mazurka cake is indeed sweet. Some people even use sugar as the first ingredient when making Mazurka cake.
Mainly after Lent, believers need to replenish some sugar as a revenge. As the first dessert after Lent, Mazurka cake naturally has this obligation.
Given the Japanese's sweet tooth, it is relatively easy for them to accept Mazurka cake, but for Kazuto Yuyama, it is a bit too sweet.
"What do you mean? He doesn't like food that is too sweet?" Charlotte's mother asked tentatively.
Chapter 1754: Sakurajima Mai's Departure
"Based on my observation, that's true." The supervisor nodded.
Yushan Heren has come to Vittorio's Hut quite often to consume. Every time there are sweet dishes, Yushan Heren would remind them to put less sugar. Over time, the supervisor naturally got to know Yushan Heren's taste.
"I'm glad I listened to you, Charlotte." Charlotte's mother couldn't help but look at Charlotte and said.
The supervisor, however, blinked slightly, somewhat puzzled by Charlotte's mother's reaction.
"In fact, I made two mazurka cakes, one of which is the flavor you are tasting now, and the other is half the sweetness," Charlotte's mother said.
"After reducing the sweetness by half, it should be acceptable, right?"
The supervisor lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "The Mazurka cake you made is a modern and improved version. If the sweetness is really reduced by half, I think Mr. Yushan should be able to accept it."
"What I don't quite understand is why you prepared two versions?"
"That's about Charlotte," Charlotte's mother said with a smile.
"Demon Lord, I don't like food that is too sweet." Charlotte blinked and said with some boasting.
Although he didn't pay much attention to shogi, the supervisor still knew the title of Yushan and the Human Demon Lord.
Charlotte has been to Yushan Kazuto's home many times and has tasted Yushan Kazuto's food many times, so she naturally has the opportunity to perceive Yushan Kazuto's taste.
What surprised the supervisor was that Charlotte's observation skills were so sharp.
You know, many little girls of Charlotte's age probably still need to be coaxed and fed by their families when they eat, but Charlotte has actually started to observe her eating habits, which shocked her supervisor.
"I see." After a brief shock, the supervisor turned around and nodded.
"It's a pity that the half-sweet version of the Mazurka cake doesn't have any small cakes for tasting. Otherwise, it might be better to let you help taste it." Charlotte's mother sighed and spoke slowly.
"Don't worry, I bet Mr. Yushan will like the taste." The supervisor smiled.
"Then please help me bring the Mazurka cake from the bottom of the refrigerator." Charlotte's mother nodded. In fact, she still had some confidence in the traditional Polish Mazurka cake.
"No problem." The supervisor responded, and suddenly felt something strange.
"So, you're not going to stay?"
"I won't stay here. I'll come back to pick up these children after the dinner." Charlotte's mother said.
Although Charlotte was familiar with Yushan Kazuto, Charlotte's mother had little contact with Yushan Kazuto, so she was naturally embarrassed to stay at the dinner.
"Then... I'll send you a message when the dinner is about to end," the supervisor replied.
After all, it was Yushan Kazuto's birthday party, so the supervisor naturally couldn't take the initiative to invite Charlotte's mother. Doing so would feel like overstepping one's authority.
After watching Charlotte's mother drive away, the supervisor looked at Charlotte and the others.
"Okay, the restaurant is over here, follow me."
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"Crackle, crackle, bang, bang, bang, bang..."
