After the maid had collected all the limes I needed, I attempted to carry the basket myself. However, I nearly tipped over and I dropped half the limes on the ground. Luckily the maid pulled me back and I steadied myself.
"Please be careful, Lady Corvalia. Don't hurt yourself," she said as she bent down to pick up the dropped limes.
"What's your name?" I asked while handing her the basket.
"My name is Alina, Lady Corvalia."
"Alina, are you familiar with all of the supplies in the kitchen? I need help with what I'm trying to make."
"I would be honored to help you make your food, Lady Corvalia!" she replied, eyes shining with excitement.
When I reentered the kitchen. Most of the workers were gone. Some of them looked at me and Alina, who was walking behind me with the basket, but quickly averted their eyes after they realized I was also staring at them.
I told Alina to set the limes down on the counter, and I dumped them all into a basin that constantly ran fresh water. As Alina rinsed off the limes, I climbed onto the counter and tried looking through all of the cabinets for some large pitchers.
"My Lady, please let me do that!" Alina grabbed the pitchers before I could reach them and set them down on the counter.
"Please don't endanger yourself, your safety is very important," she said, nervously wiping her hands on the apron she wore.
"Alright, I'll be more careful," I sighed, feeling useless.
"What are you trying to make," Alina asked, most likely in an effort to make me feel better.
"I want to juice the limes, and mix the juice with some sugar and water. I already made jams for the bread I'm going to bake," I replied while rolling the limes on the counter to try and get more juice.
I rinsed my hands thoroughly in the sink and set a metal mesh strainer over one of the pitchers. Then, I carefully sliced the limes open under Alina's watchful eye. It took a lot of effort to squeeze even just one half of a lime, but I repeated this process until the bottom of the pitcher was filled with a layer of lime juice.
"Do you need any help with this?" Alina asked me.
How am I out of breath from squeezing limes? Being a child sucks!
"I'm okay."
Alina nodded before asking, "Is it alright if I leave for a moment?"
"Go ahead, I'm not going to break my arm from squeezing limes," I said, while pouring water into the other pitcher.
The second Alina left the room, I climbed onto the counter again. Finally, I was left alone.
Where is the sugar again? I can't remember where I found it last time... There's too many cabinets in this room!
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Let's Start A Bakery!
FantasyReborn as a lady into a strange family. How will our protagonist achieve her life's dream of starting a bakery when she has to worry about living until 14 first? Read to find out! Corvalia has suddenly been taken over by someone else. "What the...
