Ichigo? She cracked three eggs directly into the trash. She mistook salt for sugar. Her buttercream curdled.
She dashed downstairs, grabbed a piece of plain toast, and took a bite. Instantly, her eyes widened. "Mom! Did you add a pinch of honey to the dough this time?" Yumeiro Patissiere Episode 1
Vanilla floated down and sat on her knee. "Then why are you here?" Ichigo
As Ichigo slumped at her desk, her childhood friend, Kosuke, offered her a consolatory cream puff from the school bakery. "Don't worry. Not everyone can bake." Her buttercream curdled
"Because… I love sweets. Not just eating them. But the feeling they give. Like a hug you can taste."
Henri continued: "Your test is simple. In two hours, create a cake that moves the spirit who chooses you. Only one will be admitted." Panic. The other applicants moved with practiced ease. The serious boy—Makoto—tempered chocolate like a scientist. The pigtailed girl—Kaori—whipped meringue into stiff peaks. The cold boy—Ryou—decorated with surgical precision.
