Translated by Appleot
Edited by Appleot
When I arrived at the duke’s house and loaded all my belongings, it was already past lunchtime. I should have gotten up early and moved, but it was because I overslept thinking it was the first weekend.
‘Lunch time has already passed.’
Originally, I slept late on weekends and ate only one meal. However, I’m too hungry to wait until dinner, so I’ll go and ask Poppina if there’s anything to eat. She is Mary’s roommate, the kitchen maid in her 10th year, she is now 32 years old. Because of that, I couldn’t meet her at the restaurant during lunch on the second day, but I became friends with her through Mary’s introduction when moving around these past three days while gathering information.
‘If you make friends with someone who is good at cooking, food rolls in even when you’re sleeping!’
When I arrived at the kitchen, it looked as if she had just finished washing the dishes for lunch. Unlike the regular maids who wore hoods, the maids working in the kitchen wore sanitary caps to tuck their hair all in. Because of this, it was difficult to call her out just by looking at her back, so I went into the kitchen and greeted everyone and found Poppina.
“What are you doing here, aide?”
“I missed lunch, so I came to see if there was something to eat.”
After I said that with a shy smile, Poppina handed me an egg with a sad expression on her face.
“Wait a minute, I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“Thank you.”
She is a kind person. I sat in the chair, which Poppina recommended me to, and smashed the egg she gave me on my forehead.
-Crunch-.
“Why is it a raw egg, this?”
Feeling the stickiness of the raw egg flowing from my forehead, Poppina looked at me with eyes as if she had been betrayed. Her pupils looking at me trembled.
“You had a bruise on your cheek. I gave it to you to rub it on, but why?”
Did I hit myself too hard?
When she said that looking sadly, I guess she thought that I couldn’t eat because I was getting beaten somewhere.
I wiped the egg off my face and clothes with a wet-cloth that Poppina gave me, and she soon brought me an apple pie.
“Who hit you?”
“No, just…you want me to calm down?”
With a look of disbelief and pity, Poppina said to me, ‘Okay, I won’t ask if it’s hard to say.’ Serpence and Popina too. Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Does what I’m saying sound so unreliable?
“By the way, you must like this kind of stuff?”
“Apple pie?”
Poppina shook her head to my question and said, ‘just sweets or desserts?’
“It’s like that. It’s very tasty.”
For a meal, the plain bread here is good and easy to bite. However, as I continued to eat only this kind of bread, I thought of the breads I enjoyed eating in my world. I pretended to know about Paris bread, but in fact, if I enter a franchise bakery that is made in Korea, it is obviously sweet and salty. It’s all about stimulating bread and snacks. After all, if you are Korean, spicy, sweet, and salty. You have to be able to enjoy all these stimulating flavors.
“That’s great! Would you like to get some cookies or pie with you when you leave outside? Sometimes we bake for ourselves, but since there isn’t much to make, I think my skills are going to die.”
“Yes?”
Would that be okay? Serpence only drinks tea, but when I asked as his aide if it would be okay ,Poppina said, “Actually, the duke doesn’t eat snacks at all. The meal he eats is hardly seasoned. May I?” She replied.
“But I heard that there is no such thing as food he doesn’t like.”
“Then I guess he doesn’t like spicy food!”
Having learned something new, Poppina clapped her hands, liking the fact.
‘No, what the hell. Serpence, this guy has no hobbies, and he doesn’t like anything? Besides, he sleeps less and is bored with the food he eats. What kind of way does he live his life with?’
Maybe the fun of living life itself. Could it be that he had never felt it before?
The thought, ‘Ah, no way,’ crossed my mind.
‘Yes, that’s quite possible.’
He was raised by his parents, who tortured him to develop his patience.
They said that he needs to cultivate self-control, and that he should not fall into stimuli. It was like that, I think they have driven Serpence away.
If that’s the case, Serpence. You are a boring person like no other in the world!
“By the way, who prepares the Duke’s diet?”
“There’s no one who actually sets the menu. Previously, the Duchess was the Bachelor, the former Duchess. Anyway, I’ve heard that his meals should always be prepared that way.”
There was nothing more to hear.
If I feed him moderately while adjusting the concentration of the three things spicy, sweet, and salty, something will change.
‘In the first place, humans live to eat, don’t they?’
Translated by Appleot
Edited by Appleot
When I arrived at the duke’s house and loaded all my belongings, it was already past lunchtime. I should have gotten up early and moved, but it was because I overslept thinking it was the first weekend.
‘Lunch time has already passed.’
Originally, I slept late on weekends and ate only one meal. However, I’m too hungry to wait until dinner, so I’ll go and ask Poppina if there’s anything to eat. She is Mary’s roommate, the kitchen maid in her 10th year, she is now 32 years old. Because of that, I couldn’t meet her at the restaurant during lunch on the second day, but I became friends with her through Mary’s introduction when moving around these past three days while gathering information.
‘If you make friends with someone who is good at cooking, food rolls in even when you’re sleeping!’
When I arrived at the kitchen, it looked as if she had just finished washing the dishes for lunch. Unlike the regular maids who wore hoods, the maids working in the kitchen wore sanitary caps to tuck their hair all in. Because of this, it was difficult to call her out just by looking at her back, so I went into the kitchen and greeted everyone and found Poppina.
“What are you doing here, aide?”
“I missed lunch, so I came to see if there was something to eat.”
After I said that with a shy smile, Poppina handed me an egg with a sad expression on her face.
“Wait a minute, I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“Thank you.”
She is a kind person. I sat in the chair, which Poppina recommended me to, and smashed the egg she gave me on my forehead.
-Crunch-.
“Why is it a raw egg, this?”
Feeling the stickiness of the raw egg flowing from my forehead, Poppina looked at me with eyes as if she had been betrayed. Her pupils looking at me trembled.
“You had a bruise on your cheek. I gave it to you to rub it on, but why?”
Did I hit myself too hard?
When she said that looking sadly, I guess she thought that I couldn’t eat because I was getting beaten somewhere.
I wiped the egg off my face and clothes with a wet-cloth that Poppina gave me, and she soon brought me an apple pie.
“Who hit you?”
“No, just…you want me to calm down?”
With a look of disbelief and pity, Poppina said to me, ‘Okay, I won’t ask if it’s hard to say.’ Serpence and Popina too. Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Does what I’m saying sound so unreliable?
“By the way, you must like this kind of stuff?”
“Apple pie?”
Poppina shook her head to my question and said, ‘just sweets or desserts?’
“It’s like that. It’s very tasty.”
For a meal, the plain bread here is good and easy to bite. However, as I continued to eat only this kind of bread, I thought of the breads I enjoyed eating in my world. I pretended to know about Paris bread, but in fact, if I enter a franchise bakery that is made in Korea, it is obviously sweet and salty. It’s all about stimulating bread and snacks. After all, if you are Korean, spicy, sweet, and salty. You have to be able to enjoy all these stimulating flavors.
“That’s great! Would you like to get some cookies or pie with you when you leave outside? Sometimes we bake for ourselves, but since there isn’t much to make, I think my skills are going to die.”
“Yes?”
Would that be okay? Serpence only drinks tea, but when I asked as his aide if it would be okay ,Poppina said, “Actually, the duke doesn’t eat snacks at all. The meal he eats is hardly seasoned. May I?” She replied.
“But I heard that there is no such thing as food he doesn’t like.”
“Then I guess he doesn’t like spicy food!”
Having learned something new, Poppina clapped her hands, liking the fact.
‘No, what the hell. Serpence, this guy has no hobbies, and he doesn’t like anything? Besides, he sleeps less and is bored with the food he eats. What kind of way does he live his life with?’
Maybe the fun of living life itself. Could it be that he had never felt it before?
The thought, ‘Ah, no way,’ crossed my mind.
‘Yes, that’s quite possible.’
He was raised by his parents, who tortured him to develop his patience.
They said that he needs to cultivate self-control, and that he should not fall into stimuli. It was like that, I think they have driven Serpence away.
If that’s the case, Serpence. You are a boring person like no other in the world!
“By the way, who prepares the Duke’s diet?”
“There’s no one who actually sets the menu. Previously, the Duchess was the Bachelor, the former Duchess. Anyway, I’ve heard that his meals should always be prepared that way.”
There was nothing more to hear.
If I feed him moderately while adjusting the concentration of the three things spicy, sweet, and salty, something will change.
‘In the first place, humans live to eat, don’t they?’
