The aroma of the bread taken out from the oven spread through the kitchen, and my stomach, which had unexpectedly become a little hungry, rumbled.
Eima, who also smelled the aroma, smiled and began cutting the bread into bite-sized pieces.
In the royal capital there are round breads and slightly elongated ones, but square bread is nowhere to be found.
It probably exists if one searches the world, but I had never seen it in the royal capital.
It should be fine just by fitting it into a mold, yet the fact that it was nowhere to be found had always seemed strange to me.
This time I had her make bread fitted into a square mold.
We cut it vertically, spread roasted garlic and butter on one side, and put it into the oven.
Garlic is, simply put, the same as garlic from my previous life in aroma and flavor.
If there is a difference from the garlic of my previous life, it is probably the size; the first time I saw the real thing about the size of an apple, I was surprised.
