Chapter 37: Christmas
Translator: Cryus
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It’s a good weather for Christmas.
It’s cold, but there’s no rain, snow, or hail.
Since I have to deliver the cakes in front of the store, it’s a matter of life and death for .
It’s because the clothes I’m wearing are cold.
It’s a Santa costu the store used last year.
It’s cute, but isn’t good for insulation.
Besides the cold, the part-ti job is no problem at all.
All I have to do is give the cakes to the people who ordered them, and help seat the eat-in custors. Most of the reservations are prepaid, so I don’t have to make any complicated calculations.
Microwave cos in during my part-ti job.
He brought so mafia-looking foreigners, all of them wearing masks and sunglasses.
「You’re working hard despite the cold.」
He’s saying sothing to the foreigners in English.
I have no idea what he said, but I heard the words “Under Sweets” and “Pistachio”.
They’re probably involved with the Underground Sweets.
I feel bad for mistaking him for a mafia boss.
All the reserved cakes were collected early, and the cakes in the store were sold out early too.
My shift is supposed to last until 8 pm, but it ends at 7:30.
The eat-in custors also left early, so it helped us close early.
There’s not many reservations for the 25th, so it’s not as busy after Christmas Eve.
My part-ti job ends up lasting only for a day, but Maruta-san thanks over and over again.
I get the Christmas cake and part-ti pay.
And a madeleine as a bonus.
I hold the cake with extra care, and head to Mizuhara’s place.
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「Whoa! Those cakes look great too!」
The 3 cakes that Mizuhara collected are extrely tempting too.
The chocolate cake looks simple, but the chocolate icing makes a seductive coating, and gives it a look of high quality.
On the cake with whipped cream is a bunch of big strawberries, giving it a lavish finish.
The fruit tart has so fruits on top of so gelatin cheese, and on the very top is a Santa sitting on a ringue seat. It looks surreal and cute.
But my favorite is Maruta-san’s B?che de No?l, with a short stump tangled with ivy, and with a Santa sitting on top of that. The whole thing looks tasty.
Next to Santa is a chocolate axe.
「This cake looks like it’s telling a story. Like he’s actually a woodcutter, and his job of giving presents is just a modern spin. It’s interesting.」
「Isn’t he cutting the wood to make his sled?」
「I guess you could see it that way.」
I’ll ask Maruta-san about the true story next ti.
「Aren’t you going to eat the cakes?」
「Not yet. I wanna share them with Dad and Mom too.」
「I see. I’m sure your parents will be happy.」
They were able to go on their trip to France and Germany in November. I told them how Mizuhara helped earn the hotel fees.
Mom was moved to tears, and Dad had to soothe her while not being able to hold back his own emotions.
Before their trip, they asked what Mizuhara liked, and I replied 「Snacks and elves.」
They ca back with loads of souvenirs.
The snacks they bought in France and Germany were enough to satisfy Mizuhara for a while, and the elf coffee mug they bought in the German Fairy Tale Route made him really happy.
He took so many pictures of it, like it was his firstborn child.
Since then, Mizuhara has been especially fond of Dad and Mom, even though he hasn’t t them.
「Your place is cold as usual.」
I pour so black tea in the elf mug and my favorite mug, and enter the cold kitchen.
The only heater he has is a hot carpet.
His place only has an air conditioner, which he uses in the sumr.
「Really? I’m still feeling the heat from below.」
「I can’t do that, I’m not a plant.」
I’m still wearing my coat. In contrast, Mizuhara seems comfortable even though he’s lightly dressed.
「I got so candles while I was getting the cakes. You can take so ho if you like.」
He hands so Christmas candles that are lightly wrapped. We don’t need them though.
Since he got them anyway, I try lighting so here.
Watching the dancing flas, I start thinking of marshmallows.
「Do you usually roast marshmallows with candles?」
I take a marshmallow and poke a bamboo skewer through it, and turn it over the candle fire.
「It’s nice to eat marshmallows like that, but they go well with so coffee too. It turns the coffee into mocha.」
「Make so for too.」
I make so hot coffee and put in so lted marshmallows.
I spent so ti having fun experinting with different roasting ti lengths and ways to enjoy marshmallows.
I put so dry ice with the cake and prepare to go ho.
Dad and Mom may be ho already.
I get on the train while holding the cake carefully, and open my phone.
I have 8 ssages.
Most of them are from the club mbers.
They’re definitely drunk ssages.
【Is it really okay to treat a reindeer like a light car (cry)】
I don’t know why he’s crying.
There’s a photo attached too, but it’s too blurry.
【rry Xmas! Kinoshita-san is so far away… but I’m looking forward! Die it’s Christmas】
I think he was trying to say 【Cos it’s Christmas】 so I let it slide.
It’s a different story if he said it out loud though.
【You must be tired from your part-ti job. Next ti we et will be New Years. Be careful not to catch a cold. rry Christmas.】
It’s from Kinoshita-san.
She seems considerate enough that she’s probably not drunk.
【Avec tous s voeux de joyeux no?l】
Michel sends a ssage in French, probably because he’s drunk.
I only understand the no?l part.
【Arioka-senpai is an. I wanted a beef set but he made eat tomatoes and cucumbers. I thought he was joking, and he laughed, but beca all serious.】
I would’ve done the sa as Arioka-senpai.
【Happy Christmas. Be careful not to kill any weirdos approaching you on a quiet street.】
Arioka-senpai seems to have guessed I was working at B?che de Stage. He visited once, and knows how deserted the streets can be.
I’m definitely not going to kill anyone though.
Well, I haven’t actually done it before so I wouldn’t know, but I may overdo it a little.
【The angel is eating green soybeans while smiling at from above.】
He’s making it sound like she’s dead.
It’s from a club mber who lost to Kinoshita-san during a scramble. Stop sending ssages and try again.
【The Christmas blind date was horrible. The guy was a horrible organizer and super stingy. He only paid single digits for the al. He even asked to et again. I’m not giving this annoying guy a second chance.】
I can feel Chii-chan’s rage.
I quickly reply to the ssages and get off the train.
Another Christmas, still single.
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