Chapter 227: Deep-Fried Ice Cream and the Snowball Fight!
In just two or three hours, Ryohei Tanaka and the team had already created a wide variety of desserts.
Yusa perfected the milk and blueberry ice cream—using some special ingredients she brought from her home in the Demon World. Ryohei tried it and could only say that she was a true master; the flavor and texture were outstanding.
Pino did not disappoint, either. She produced, in order:
"The Bishounen Draped in a Milk-Mist Cloud Robe" (Blueberry Soufflé)
"The Forgotten Secret Tower of the Sweet Frost Era" (Blueberry Milk Mont Blanc)
"The Sweet Planet Reshaped by a Black Hole" (Blueberry Milk Egg Tart)
"The White Lava: Star Core Burst Cake" (Blueberry Milk Lava Cake)
The girl had a terrifying talent for naming, but her dessert-making skills were undeniable. Every single one was delicious.
Jashin-chan made a blueberry milk pudding, a blueberry milk cheesecake, and a blueberry milk chiffon cake roll. The flavors were surprisingly good and quite impressive.
Ryohei himself developed a blueberry double-skin milk, blueberry milk mochi, and, inspired by the others' work, a deep-fried ice cream that won unanimous praise.
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"This is a complimentary gift—the owner's newly developed deep-fried ice cream!"
"It just came out of the fryer, so its flavor and texture are at their absolute best. Please enjoy it immediately."
At 6:00 PM, Pekola carried a tray into Room 1. She placed the deep-fried ice cream, served on exquisite small plates, in front of the three customers and introduced it with a smile.
"Waaa—! A free gift!?"
Kitagawa Seina, a beautiful and stylish woman with light brown hair in a cute bun, covered her red lips in shock. "Is today a special occasion? A free gift? This is such a surprise!"
As a loyal customer who had followed Ryohei since his food stall days, it was usually hard just to pay for extra takeout, let alone get something for free. This was the first time Kitagawa Seina had ever received such treatment, and she was flattered.
Pekola, holding the tray, smiled warmly. "The owner wanted to give back to his customers for all their support. It's also a small promotion—this Friday, we will be opening a new dessert shop in the Seijo 3-chome commercial street in Setagaya, the same place where we had our stall during the food festival. We hope you will come!"
"Eh? You're opening a dessert shop?"
"We'll definitely be there!" Matsumoto Miyoko's eyes lit up. She was the very picture of a mature, cool beauty, with long, wavy hair, perfect makeup, and sparkling earrings. "How could we possibly miss the opening of Ryohei-kun's new shop? I only have one question: will there be a purchase limit?"
Kitagawa Seina and Mori Ekiko also leaned in, all three women staring at Pekola.
Ryohei had prepped Pekola for this question. She put on an apologetic expression. "To allow as many customers as possible to buy something, there will be a limit. It will be six items per person."
"Six items?"
"That's... acceptable..."
The three women quickly did the math. While a limit was disappointing, six items was a decent amount. It was enough for at least two servings. Desserts like these were best fresh, anyway.
The three beautiful Tokyo women bloomed with brilliant smiles, like three gorgeous flowers. "We will absolutely be there!"
"Arigatou!" Pekola bowed in thanks and left the room.
The women's attention immediately fell on the deep-fried ice cream.
Matsumoto Miyoko, who was wearing a dark red, deep-V, form-fitting dress, picked up her chopsticks. She carefully lifted the dessert, which was drizzled with an amber-colored honey lattice and glowed a pale gold. "I'll be digging in," she said, full of anticipation.
Kacha—!
Her white teeth closed. The piping-hot, crispy shell shattered, releasing a puff of fragrant, oily steam.
The next second—
The icy-cold filling collapsed like an avalanche. A blast of milky flavor and cold mist exploded on her tongue. The collision of hot and cold shocked her taste buds awake.
Matsumoto Miyoko instinctively squinted, her chin lifting slightly.
The crispiness of the outer layer still lingered on her lips, but the filling had already melted into a silky, sweet cream. Just as the sweetness began to feel overwhelming—
Pop!
Her teeth bit into a small, round orb. A burst of sweet-and-sour juice exploded, cutting straight through the rich, milky flavor.
It was a blueberry!
Matsumoto Miyoko's eyes flew open in surprise. She hadn't expected this hidden trick. The blueberry not only added a new layer of texture but also perfectly balanced the oncoming richness.
"Uunnn—!"
She couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. Beneath her dress, her long, pale legs instinctively clamped together, her body tensing. She tilted her chin up, her face a mask of pure ecstasy.
"So delicious! This fried ice cream is divine!"
It was cold, fiery, passionate, and unrestrained... It was like being in a world of ice and snow with her lover on a scorching summer day.
In her daze, a loose snowball hit her in the face with a splat.
Her head snapped back as the cold snow slid down her cheeks. A few mischievous flakes slipped into the deep V of her dress, melting into glittering droplets on her warm skin.
"A sneak attack!"
Matsumoto Miyoko wiped her face, brushed her chest, and crouched, the hem of her dress pulling taut against her thighs. She gathered a handful of snow, packed it into a large snowball, and threw it at the young man who was standing nearby, hands on his hips, grinning smugly.
The two of them immediately began a cold, fiery, passionate, and unrestrained snowball fight.
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