Book 3: Chapter 8: A Budding Baker

Jun stood there with her arms crossed within the kitchen of the large temporary abode. Her brows crossed and a hum escaping her every few moments.

Before her sat an array of ingredients that all made sense when she thought about it. Flour, sugar, fatty butter, two eggs, a large bowl of milk, and even a couple lemons she was supposed to grate their peels. All of which had been given to her by the lovely housewife that was their neighbor.

Yet, it had been four days of continuous labor and not an ounce of success.

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