Ed can't do anything about the lack of players; we'll just have to wait it out for now!
Ed has been back for several days now, and the territory is being managed by someone else, so he can just sit back and relax.
Ed was leisurely sipping 'tea' by the fireplace.
"Master, why do you like sitting here so much? The village is building a statue for you, aren't you going to go and take a look?" Adelaide said somewhat boredly.
"What's so interesting about that? You watch it every day." He then tossed his head and glanced at Adelaide.
Adelaide was amused by Ed and said with a laugh, "How can that be the same?"
Ed's heart skipped a beat:
"How is it different? Could it be that Sophia really drew it based on the shape of black bread?" Ed had a bad feeling.
Adelaide stopped talking and started playing with the teacup on the table.
Seeing Adelaide looking rather idle, Ed suddenly remembered what he had taught her last winter.
"Adelaide, do you remember the cake dan gao that I taught you to read last time?"
"Of course I remember." Adelaide remembered it very clearly.
"I told you this is a delicious dish, and I'd like to make it now. Would you be willing to help?"
"Oh, Master, I would love to." Adelaide was delighted; she was currently bored.
"Alright, bring us the honey and wheat flour we exchanged, along with oil, eggs, milk, a few large jars and bowls, and some clean sticks."
As soon as Ed finished speaking, Adelaide disappeared in a flash.
"I miss this taste so much. I hope I can make it successfully." Ed swallowed.
However, these things couldn't be found in a while, and the milk had to be milked on-site. It took Adelaide a long time to return to the hall.
She had too many things, so she could only put them in a basket.
"Master, I've brought everything," Adelaide said breathlessly.
Ed looked at her and found it a little funny.
"Okay, Adelaide, take a jar, put only egg whites and some honey in it, and stir it constantly with a stick until it looks like a cloud."
Adelaide eagerly picked up a few eggs and, as Ed had instructed, began stirring them in the jar with a stick.
However, she was not yet aware of the seriousness of the problem.
Ed, meanwhile, was mixing the egg yolks, flour, oil, and milk in another container. However, Ed didn't know the exact proportions of the cake, nor was he interested in researching precise ratios for the time being.
However, he still added the material according to the size of the ceramic basin, neither too little nor too much.
Next came the tedious and boring process of practicing his "unicorn arm" technique. Ed used to play games a lot, and switching between three sets of equipment in a second was no problem for him, so he quickly mixed the batter.
In contrast, in Adelaide, the jar still contained egg whites and honey, only thickened, and hadn't turned into something like clouds.
Ed watched Adelaide but didn't offer to help. Instead, he took a sip of his tea and watched Adelaide stir it.
Adelaide felt as if her hands no longer belonged to her, as if they were about to leave her. But the contents of the jar hadn't changed much, and Adelaide became suspicious.
"Could it be that Master is lying to me?" She instinctively looked up at Ed.
This was quite a surprise; her owner was looking at her with a grin.
"Damn it, we've been tricked!" Adelaide thought to herself.
"No, it's true. You'll see if you keep stirring it," Ed's voice came through.
The owner seemed to know what she was thinking. There was nothing she could do but grit her teeth and continue stirring; after all, she loved food!
But gradually, Adelaide's smile grew wider and wider, because the contents of the jar were indeed slowly turning into the shape of clouds.
"Master, what do we do now?" Adelaide asked Ed.
"Stir this again," Ed said, then poured the batter he had stirred into Adelaide's jar.
"Ugh! How much longer do we have to stir this?" Adelaide shook her hand; thankfully, her hand was still intact.
"It'll be ready soon"
So Adelaide continued stirring the batter, feeling that her hands would have to say goodbye to her tomorrow.
Ed went to the fireplace and extinguished the flames inside.
An iron frame was erected at the edge, but the temperature was difficult to control there. The only thing to do was keep the fire low to prevent it from burning.
As long as it's cooked through, he can't control whether it looks like a cake or not.
After putting some oil in the bowl, he said to Adelaide, "Pour the batter into this."
"Okay, I'll be right there." Adelaide breathed a sigh of relief.