Volume 2 Chapter 22: Baking Bread At The Crack Of Dawn


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Volume 2 Chapter 22: Baking Bread At The Crack Of Dawn


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next morning,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"PO!" Keith didn''t wake up by himself. He would wake up early all the time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But not this time. Today, this was done by Mir as he jumped up and down on his stomach!


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Ughh, five more minutes, Mir." Keith pulled the nkets up and hugged Mir tightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Po!" But Mir continued to fight, trying to get out. Fira helped out as she pulled on Keith''s cheeks,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith! Get up!" With the two doing this, Keith softlyughed,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Alright, alright, I''ll get up." He got up from his bed and yawned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, kid,"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Why are you here as well, Michael?!" Keith looked out his window and saw Michael there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Michael quickly whispered, "Do you want to wake everyone up?!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait, the sun isn''t even up yet." It was still dark outside.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Michael stated, "Who cares. Also, I bought the thing you wanted from Orin." Michael raised them up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"..." I''m happy that you brought it. But it''s still so early in the morning! Keith didn''t know what to say.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Orin might have cursed him out. Actually, that was definitely the case. Knowing Orin''s personality, cursing Michael out wasn''t a surprise.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He turned to Mir and Fira. He could see the eagerness in their eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">You guys really want to eat it, huh? Keith sighed. He said yesterday that he would need to wake up early to make something. And it seemed those two...No, three were eager.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two small pairs and one big pair of eyes stared at him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Way too eager.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Alright. I''ll start it right now." Keith stated. Like that, he got changed and jumped out of the window. The ce he was going to was the resting area again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I guess the crystalmps work." There were crystalmps ced on each column. Even in the dark, everyone could see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Yep, yep! Anyways, what are you nning to cook up?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Something good." Keith stretched his arms and legs, "I will be making delicious bread."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oooh!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Best I get to work. Keith took out the materials needed. I need to mix the yeast, milk, and sugar together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yeast.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was the ingredient Keith created while the cookies were baking.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was simple to make potato yeast. Keith thought about making it once he saw the potatoes. But he needed sugar to make it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And now he had it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After stirring, it was time to make the flour mixture. Keith added sugar, eggs, and melted butter to the bowl. While he was mixing them together, Keith tossed in the yeast mixture.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As Keith mixed, the mixture started to turn into dough. Mir and Aria watched. Mir wanted to eat it now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But Aria grabbed him,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Mir, it''s not done."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Po." Mir looked downcasted as he stared at the round ball.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"How about you go and pick some fruits to eat." Keith turned to Fira,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Fira, can you go with Michael and tell him which fruits are fine to pick?" The apple and orange trees were fully grown. The fruits were ready to be plucked as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Gotcha!." And he was alone like that. Keith sprinkled some flour on the table and started to knead it. Bit by bit, the dough became smoother. Now, I need to let this proof.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith ced a towel over the bowl to let it do it. I should do the other. The dough Keith made was a milk loaf.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He wanted to make white bread.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As Keith continued to work, Michael returned with Fira and the rest. They were munching on some apples.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, catch. Here''s something to eat." Michael tossed Keith an apple.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Thanks." Keith munched the apple. It was good to eat fruit in the morning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Is it done?" Michael questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Nope. I need it to rise up before I can do anything." Keith stated as he finished the other dough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Want to do some sparring?" Michael questioned,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Sure." Keith took out a wooden sword from his storage. The two started to spar.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Michael, why are you holding back?" Keith realized that Michael was holding back. Michael smiled,


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Why would I go all out when you''re making something?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Stomach or fighting with Keith all out? He would take the first choice any time!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith chuckled. The two continued, but Michael stopped halfway, "You should check on it now."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You really think with your stomach." Keith shook his head. But he was pushed by Michael to the bowls. He took off the towel. The dough was twice the size!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Keith took out the four loaf pans. This was what Michael had brought back. Keith was excited.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a simple process. Keith kneaded the dough into a long square milk loaf and a three-puble milk loaf.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"We have to let it be proof again."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Again?" Michael frowned. The others were sad about this as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"It will only be a few minutes," Keith assured them. Michael nodded. It didn''t take long for the dough to poof up!


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Woah!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"These look good."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Let me put a wash on it. We can bake it." Keith brushed on an egg wash to give it a nice color.