Translated by Lara
Could that incident be the trigger?
They didnât reject me like they used to.
Rather than that.
âYou came? I made egg tarts today. You should try it.
Belle greeted me with pleasure and treated me like that.
As expected, the taste was good.
âToday is the best! It melts gently!
The more my praise accumulated, the more their vigilance was broken.
âToday we have Dacquoise.
âThis is also delicious!
âWelcome! Why didnât you come yesterday? Itâs Mont Blanc today.
Now she seemed to be sad if I didnât come.
I was happy to get a new dessert every time I visited.
It was so delicious that I felt sorry to get it for free every time.
So at some point, I paid a little bit amount of money.
Of course, they both said it was fine.
I also gave money firmly, saying it was a given.
It didnât make sense to eat such a delicious dessert for free.
I didnât miss the advice while praising it.
âItâs really delicious, how about making a dessert using braised chestnuts?
âThe taste is too strong. Itâs good, but I think it will taste better if the cream cheese flavor is slightly reduced.
I have expressed my opinion without bias.
âBraised chestnuts? That would be good.
âIâll have to adjust the cream cheese ratio.
They both accepted my opinion positively.
Maybe that was why the desserts had become delicious day by day, and my desire to invest became stronger.
When I first ate the brownie, the reaction seemed to have hurt Belleâs feelings, so I didnât even bring up the investment on purpose for a while.
I was busy flattering Belle with endless compliments.
That was why Belle seems to be full of confidence these days.
âWow, isnât this a masterpiece?â
âIs it okay?â
âYes! Itâs flawless. The pie has a crispy texture and the simmered apple on top is moderately crunchy, which is the best.â
It was a taste that made me happy.
Belle smiled contentedly at my mushy expression.
âI think so, too. It came out well as I expected.â
She looked more confident than before.
Then the hidden greed lifted its head again.
âIs it okay if I try to persuade her again?â
I looked at it carefully and brought it up without much consideration.
âDo you still not have any thoughts about it yet?â
âWhat?â
âThe shop. Iâm going to invest.â
Belleâs smiling face hardened.
And the satisfaction looks gradually fade away.
It was an expression of fear rather than rejection.
Belleâs pupils were moving busily and she slowly lowered her gaze to the floor.
âWell, itâs good to make new things, but I donât really like to open a storeâ¦. Selling it is a different story.â
Belleâs attitude was the same, so I turned my gaze to May.
It was a glance to persuade her.
Because she seemed to want to help Belle.
Mei caught my gaze and smiled.
âIâm not confident in business either.â
And it was a flat refusal.
May, even youâ¦.
âWhy donât you have confidence? Itâs this good. Isnât it obvious itâs going to be popular?â
âThank you for saying that.â
The two just laughed as if they had heard empty words.
No, you guys.
I mean it!
We should eat this delicious thing together!
I couldnât be the only one who knew!
âWhat about the others? Doesnât everyone say itâs delicious?â
Belle lowered her head and May looked at Belleâs expression.
âNo way â¦.â
âMy lady is the only one who tasted our dessert.â
It was expected but surprising.
I thought it would be okay now because you gave me generously, wasnât it?
âNo, why? Isnât it delicious?â
Wouldnât you give it to someone at least once if you made this much?
What about everything that was left?
âItâs just, I donât think itâs good enough for others to taste it.â
Belleâs voice trembled as she tried to smile.
I didnât think so.
I tried to pretend not to know because there seemed to be a reason why she couldnât say it, but I didnât think it would work.
âWho is it?â
âWhat?â
âWho said that Belleâs food was bad?â
I tried to break through head-on.
Belleâs face turned blue in an instant.
Her whole body trembled.
âH-how do youââ
Why wouldnât I know?
âBelle is always afraid of others eating desserts you made. Then thereâs only one reason, right?â
ââ¦.â
Iâm sure you got the worst evaluation from somewhere.
However, I couldnât understand how badly she had heard to make her lacked self-confidence.
âAt first, I tried to understand. So I tried to pretend I didnât know.â
Belle and Mayâs eyes were strange.
It was as if they didnât expect such consideration.
âBut I donât think it should be like this. Not because of my investment, but because of Belle. Tell me.â
Belle clasped her arm instead of answering my stern attitude.
You couldnât move on by just avoiding it.
âWhat kind of tasteless person said Belleâs dessert was bad?â
Belle was stunned at my angry cry.
Slowly blinking her eyes, she suddenly burst into laughter.
âPfft, a tasteless person?â
âOf course. If they eat this delicious food and donât recognize it, they have no sense of taste!â
Belleâs expression became more comfortable, perhaps my sincerity had reached her,
She glanced at May, looked at me, and calmly told me her story as if she had made up her mind.
Belle said she worked as a trainee baker at a famous dessert shop.
It was now known to be a delicious place in the capital, and the chief baker there was a very strict person.
âIs this all you can do?
âI told you to develop a new product, who told you to copy it.
âThereâs no originality. Itâs an imitation.
âYou have no talent!
âIâve lost my appetite. Whoâs going to pay for this?
âThat person really said that?â
That wasnât teaching.
Those were words that step on a personâs pride.
Belle laughed awkwardly as I huffed.
âThe chief bakerâs harsh words were fine. All of her desserts were delicious, even for me.â
âThen whatâs the problem?â
âThe man who was my fiancé.â
â!â
Belle smiled very bitterly.
Belle had a fiancé who had the same dream.
âI want to be the best baker. I hope many people will be happy after eating my dessert.
âYou can do it. Letâs be the best together.
He was a friendly person who supported Belleâs work more than anyone else as he had the same dream.
âWhy are you so weak?
âI got in trouble again. Itâs a taste Iâve had before. I think sheâs especially hard on me.
âItâs because the chief baker has high expectations for you. Belle can do it.
âI feel a little energized thanks to you. Thanks.
âIâm sorry that I can only say this.
âThank you for your words.
He was a person who supported her whenever she was scolded by the chief baker and depressed.
âIâm sorry. I have to go to work because of this new product development. The chief baker told me to come and practice. Iâm sorry I put off our date.
âItâs okay, it canât be helped. Cheer up.
He was a kind person who accepted everything even if she canceled their appointment because she was busy with work.
She tried harder because she was sorry and grateful.
Belle worked hard, vowing to settle down quickly and be nicer to him.
Suddenly the catastrophe came quietly.
âIâm sorry, Belle. Letâs break up the engagement.
âW-what do you mean?
âYou understand it.
A sudden request for breaking up awakened Belle.
âIs it because Iâm busy these days? Iâm sorry. Iâll do better. I wonât postpone our appointment under the pretext of work from now on.
She was caught up in her work and hung on apologizing for being indifferent to her fiancé.
But he was cruel.
âI have someone else.
He was adamant, and somehow she felt ominous.
Since they worked in the same company, he was always with her.
He wouldnât have time to meet anyone else.
But to say he had someone elseâ¦.
âDo I know her?
ââ¦.
It was the worst.
She was hoping that wasnât it.
âItâs someone I know. Who is it?
ââ¦.
âWho is it? I have a right to know!
He hesitated for a while and then gave a stern look.
He certainly seemed to have concluded that it was better to end it.
âPam.
And the name that came out of his mouth was unbelievable.
â⦠The chief baker?
How come.
It was her, not anyone else.
He was the one who comforted Belle whenever she was scolded by the chief baker and struggled.
He saw how harsh she was.
âHow could you do that? Itâs not someone else but her!
âYouâve also tried Pamâs new dessert. Itâs a taste that you canât help but fall in love with.
Her heart ached at the sight of his ecstatic expression.
That didnât mean he loved Pam.
He admired her ability.
âMe too! I can also make it!
âNo.
Belleâs sincere heart.
All of her efforts in the past.
âCompared to Pamâs, yours is trash.
He trampled on it cruelly.
She thought she would be with him forever.
That was why it hurts more.
My stomach was seething when Belleâs story was over.
Anger soared to the top of my head.
I hit the table with my palm.
May and Belle were startled.
âAre you going to give up on your dream because of someone like that guy?â
âIt hurts so much. To the extent that I couldnât make dessert for a while.â
I spoke emphatically to Belleâs bitter murmur.
âOpen our store.â
âIâm not confident.â
Belleâs refusal made me more vocal.
âNo, the more he does that, the harder you have to work and succeed! Why would Belle abandon your dream just because of someone like him? Thatâs a lucky break!â
â⦠A lucky break?â
âBecause you knew before he was such an ugly person! What if you find out after you get married? How much would you regret it?â
The two looked surprised as if they had been struck by lightning.
âSuch a person will be like that for the rest of his life anyway. Think that itâs something good and throw it away neatly. And then Belle would find another life.â
Belleâs expression gradually became strange.
She felt like she was glad, but she still seemed to hesitate.
âNo way, do you still have feelings for him?â
âNo. Iâm done organizing my feeling for that person.â
Belleâs tone was firm.
Thatâs a relief.
It would have been troublesome if she said she had lingering feelings.
âAlthough itâs a hobby, if you make desserts like this every day, it means you still have regrets. You couldnât give up on your dream.â
Belleâs eyes twinkled.
âIs that guy worth for Belle to give up on your life and dream?â
A deep conflict appeared on Belleâs face.
She seemed to be persuaded by my words.
But the wound he left seemed to prevent her from taking one last step.
I have to get rid of that hesitationâ¦.
âOh, I have a good idea.â