The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Creamery Experiment

To be fair, Ollie did remember his appointment with his father. He swore he did. It was just that—well, he forgot about it again the moment his survival was guaranteed.

Also, it was difficult to remember even his name after Luca showed them this miraculous dessert called ice cream.

He didn’t even know how to process it at first. "Wait, it’s cold, sweet, and soft? At the same time?"

Apparently so.

This was after the heir tried thinking of interesting things to introduce to everyone. He wanted to celebrate his mother’s return with something that might be more memorable, so he thought of trying this out.

But the biggest hurdle wasn’t enthusiasm. It was milk.

"If we don’t have enough, we won’t be able to make a big enough batch for everyone," he muttered under his breath.

So they checked the milk tank earlier that day, tallying every bit of milk they’d collected over the last five days. And Luca stared thoughtfully at the ledger.

Ollie hovered nervously over his shoulder. "Do we not have enough, brother?"

"I’m not that sure, brother. This would also be my first attempt at making it according to the recipe..."

"I do hope we have enough butter though..." he trailed, remembering how it was a sought-after commodity that was being guarded like people’s lives were at stake.

Thankfully, the biggest consumers were either busy or weren’t physically there the last few days to actually dent the supply, so this might just be enough.

In fact, just enough to be the perfect amount for experimentation. He didn’t want to commit the entire stock to a dessert no one had made here before.

They gathered in the creamery’s main room, a wide space with polished metal counters, oversized mixing vats, and the faint scent of butter and warm milk clinging to the walls.

"Alright," Luca said, rolling up his sleeves, "we’re making vanilla ice cream from scratch."

He gestured at the ingredients laid out neatly before them: pasteurized whole milk, a smaller jug of their own self-made heavy cream, measured sugar in a bowl, a pinch of salt in a tiny dish, a vial of vanilla extract, and eggs—freshly collected, each one pristine after the blood sweat and tears of the collector.

Luca looked at the recipe book again and decided to make the custard base as recommended.

The others, well, just the cadets, since this was supposed to be a surprise, were trying to imitate what he was doing as the milk and heavy cream were heated first.

Each of them worked slowly, pouring their own milk and cream into separate saucepans set over steady flames. Luca stirred gently, his motions precise as he guided them through each step.

Ollie leaned over his identical pot. "Wow."

"Try smelling it again once we add the vanilla, brother!" said the smiley cook, who was genuinely excited about this that he even asked Xavier for a bit of help!

After adding sugar and a bit of salt, Luca gave an advanced warning about not putting the entire egg in.

"We have to be careful with the yolks," Luca said as the others stared at him for instructions. "If any whites get in, it says here that it’ll throw off the texture."

It took a bit of getting used to, and Jax had to get Luca to check because he felt like some might have escaped his personal quality check.

"Is it okay if it looks like this?" Jax held up a suspiciously chunky yolk.

Thankfully, it passed, and they were ready to proceed to the next step, which was supposed to be tempering. And everyone watched as Luca slowly drizzled the warm milk into the bowl while whisking it with the egg yolks.

"We can’t cook the eggs, so we have to do it like this." He demonstrated while pouring everything back into the pan while stirring over low heat.

"Don’t stop stirring," Luca murmured, his eyes sharp. "We need to thicken it, but it’ll curdle if it gets too hot."

The silence stretched taut, broken only by the faint rasp of wooden spoons scraping the bottom of pans—a sound as fragile and anxious as their collective breaths.

Technically, the atmosphere was tense because these people were trying hard to control their strengths, and Ollie was likely the only one who wasn’t threatening the safety of the bowl.

What he was threatening, if anything, was that vanilla extract.

"You mean... we get to eat it today?" Asked the blonde who represented the mouths of the giants, who only stared hard at him.