They Say the Bread of a Small-Fry Villainess Will Save the World

Chapter 4

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One bread. I opened a bakery. Let’s become Baek Jong-won¹ (3)

It was a huge success.

It had been two months.

Ellie’s bakery had captivated people in just two months.

Word had spread, and now people were coming from outside the alley, lining up to buy bread.

No matter how many bakeries there were, Ellie’s bread could only be bought at . If you sell a product that can’t be found anywhere else, and it’s also addictive, it’s harder not to succeed.

“Kyaaaah…!”

Ellie let out a happy shriek.

‘I knew it! Damn it, I knew I would succeed!’

Although she felt like her shoulders and arms were about to fall off from kneading the dough by hand because she didn’t have a dough mixer, she was glad she had trusted her youth and rushed into it, as she wasn’t dead yet.

As expected, the body of a teenager was strong. The physical shields she had accumulated all over her body had also helped with her strength.

Those physical shields were expensive, built with money and time.

“Ellie, one baguette!”

“Yes, would you like me to cut it for you?”

“No, it’s okay just like that.”

A woman with a big smile on her face left while swinging the baguette like a stick.

“One campagne for me. What’s inside today?”

“I put in some pickled fruit.”

“Anything from Ellie’s bakery will be delicious. Give me two.”

“Thank you.”

“Ellie’s bread is so delicious that I think about it all day long, it’s a problem.”

Without saying that she was drooling, Ellie packed the bread, knowing that it was all delicious. The vegetable shop owner left, holding the bread as preciously as if it was her own child.

She really liked the way the bread was held so preciously, as if it were a baby.

“How can bread be so soft? What was I eating until now?”

“Would you like two? It’s 1 silver.”

“Is it okay to give such a cheap price when you use good wheat?”

“I’m still making a profit. Don’t worry.”

It was a price that was possible because she had a source of money.

The customer, who was saying she was worried but was still sweeping up the bread with her hands, smiled brightly. As if she was relieved.

Ellie priced one baguette at 5 coppers.

Based on Korean currency, it was about 5,000 won. You could eat one meal at a restaurant for 5 coppers, so it was probably similar.

She had roughly set a standard of 1 copper to 1,000 won, 1 silver to 10,000 won, and 1 gold to 100,000 won.

One loaf of bread was worth one meal, so it was by no means cheap, but still, Ellie’s bread sold like hotcakes. Korean bread was expensive to begin with.

“This is a revolution…!”

“If you say things like that, I’ll get arrested.”

“A revolution, no, a miracle…!”

“Should a priest say things like that….”

She distanced herself from the priest, who was wearing a priest’s robe and was shouting that a loaf of bread was a miracle. Ellie didn’t want to be arrested for blasphemy.

‘If it was found out that I had a goddess statue instead of a pig’s head and held a ceremony on the day I opened the shop, it wouldn’t just be blasphemy.’

It was a secret she would take to her grave without telling anyone her whole life.

“Today, I also have peach jam that I made myself.”

“Oh, how much is it?”

“This is a bit expensive. Because it uses a lot of sugar.”

The priest’s eyes gleamed strangely.

Ellie felt like she could see right through his mind.

His brain was probably working hard to match the budget that the temple had allowed. However, Ellie had no mercy for a servant of God.

“It’s 3 silver.”

That was a price of 30,000 won in Korean money.

“That’s too expensive!”

“I can’t help it. Sugar is expensive.”

“But, still, still…!”

“You can still enjoy the bread without jam. Would you like me to wrap it up?”

Unlike bread, which didn’t have good storage life, jam didn’t go bad easily even if it was left out for a long time, so there was no need to sell it in a hurry. When Ellie smiled brightly, the priest grabbed his chest and made the sign of the cross.

“Oh God, there is a demon in front of me.”

“Is it okay for you to eat bread made by a demon…?”

“No! No, it’s not a demon! The demon was within me! Ellie-nim is not guilty!”

The nonsensical conversation was fun.

Ellie chased away the priest, who bought a lot of bread while crying, and kept looking back with regret for the jam.

“Business is over for today!”

It was a happy business.

She had sold all the prepared goods before the morning was even over.

Ellie sold only enough bread for one person to eat in a day or two, and sold it at a high price. She couldn’t prepare large quantities in the first place, and no matter how delicious bread was, it would become hard and change in taste if left out for a long time.

At first, people shook their heads saying it was too expensive, but after tasting a piece of bread for sampling, they changed their minds.

There were even customers who got angry, asking why she only sold this much in a day.

‘I knew that they would get addicted once they tried it.’

It was getting a little scary, as madness was starting to appear in the customers’ eyes, but it was all according to plan. Carbohydrates and sugar bewitched humans.

“Aigo, my whole body aches.”

It wasn’t a line that a 19-year-old should say, but it came out of her mouth naturally.

This was hard labor.

She got up at 3 am to knead, ferment, and bake the bread.

Getting up early in the morning to bake bread was harder than she thought. Originally, bread making was a skill, but it was also a job that required physical strength.

The work of putting it in and taking it out of the hearth was not easy if you did it repeatedly. Without exaggerating, it felt like all the bones in her body were about to break. But what were pains? What did that matter? When it was so rewarding.

Ellie looked around the empty display case with satisfaction and flipped the sign hanging on the store door. From ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’.

Now, it was time for her exhausted body to rest.

When the business hours were over, Ellie would lie in bed all day, without moving. She had to rest that much to have the strength to knead the dough.

Actually, Ellie wasn’t very passionate to begin with, even from her past life.

In other words, she was lazy.

She could willingly endure getting up early and doing hard labor for bread, which she loved so much, but she didn’t want to lift a finger in fields that she wasn’t interested in.

Safety and happiness were the most important things in life.

Happiness was enough with delicious bread and a small space, and if she hid well and avoided the dangers of the original story, she could also gain safety.

Whether it was saving the country or war, it was someone else’s business anyway.

Whether they saved the country or not, that was something for the heroine to take care of, it wasn’t something that she, just a pyramid, had to worry about.

‘Long live pyramid life!’

Even a life that wasn’t in the spotlight had its own small flavors. Ellie was planning to enjoy it from now on.

Her life had started again in this small bakery.

That was all that mattered.

At that time, someone knocked on the closed door.

“Business is over!”

“It’s me.”

‘It’s me’ my ass. Ellie grumbled but opened the door anyway.

“You didn’t miss me?”

The man standing in front of the door was Morris.

“If you’re going to say nonsense, get lost.”

“You missed me? Me too.”

“Ha. It’s impossible to talk to you.”

Morris glanced at the empty display case and said with a smirk.

“It seems like I’ll be able to recover my investment without any problems.”

“Did you come to watch over that?”

“No, I came to get my interest.”

“And you’re still not a loan shark?”

“Your profit is bigger. How much can I eat anyway?”

The interest was scones.

“I have a disease where I’ll die if I don’t eat a scone once a day.”

“That’s a truly serious illness….”

He came every day and demanded scones. His obsession with scones was enormous.

Ellie was calling him a scone fanatic.

The way he fell into a trance every time he tasted a scone was worthy of being called an addict. At first, he didn’t know how precious they were and put them all in his mouth at once, but now, he was savoring each bite, and it was quite a sight to see.

Ellie said in a tired voice.

“Aren’t you busy? You should have a lot of work that takes you far away, but what are you doing coming here every day for two months?”

“If it’s to eat scones, it’s not a waste to cancel all my schedules.”

“This crazy bastard.”

“Ellie, you just said that out loud.”

“Are you sure your guild won’t go bankrupt before you recover your investment?”

Ellie had started to treat Morris a little more roughly.

She had been seeing him every day for two months, so she had gotten a little attached to him, and she wouldn’t feel good if he went bankrupt.

Reason for closing the business: Scone addiction…

It seemed possible, so she couldn’t laugh.

Morris burst out laughing.

“What, are you worried about me?”

“I’m worried that my money source might dry up.”

That was genuine.

“I have to eat scones every day, so I can’t help it. That’s why I’m telling you to sell a lot at once.”

“I only have one body, you know?”

“Now?”

Morris looked at Ellie, as if asking if she wasn’t resting now.

“I’ve been working since 3 am? I need to rest.”

“……”

“I also have to prepare the dough for tomorrow’s bread. Now that we’re talking about it, do you even know how much my shoulders hurt? Baking is physical labor. I have to knead, divide, round, ferment, move, and bake all that bread dough by myself….”

As she expressed the pain that she had been feeling for two months, Ellie got a little choked up.

Leisure was something that showed from the skin. Morris’s handsome face was glossy and smooth. It was obvious that he ate well and slept well. She had been getting up early since dawn and hadn’t been able to sleep.

Pity appeared in Morris’s eyes.

Ellie let him think to himself, “As a noble, she must have grown up comfortably, so it must be hard for her to work.”

Ellie hadn’t grown up comfortably at all.

She lived in the kitchen and in front of the hearth every day, researching the menu. Amidst curses, contempt, and neglect.

“Should you hire someone?”

“I don’t have money.”

Morris retorted as if that was not a problem.

“You have it right here, your money source.”

“Ah.”

A little while later, the money source left, and a worker came.

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