3 - Voice in the memory
TL: Me, Mbah Google
ED: Me, Mas Grammarly
Src: Syosetu
3 - Voice in the memory
"What is this!?"
"It's a seasonal vegetable stew..."
The chef said in a somewhat blurred tone. However, Mia did not intend to be deceived.
"What I'm asking is, what is this vegetable."
Soon, brought the spoon closer to the chef's face.
There was a difference in height between the large-build chef and Mia, so she stretched, stood on her toes, and....
"......it's yellow moon tomato?"
The chef said, looking at what he was faced and thinking. The maids around were also looked anxiously.
"No way...... this is, this is yellow moon tomato?"
In incredibly unexpected feelings, Mia stared at it and then swallowed her spoon with her shaking hand.
The refreshing acidity that spread in her mouth the moment it touched the tip of her tongue. The subtle sweetness that hidden in it. Vegetables that had been boiled moderately fell into the mouth, crumbled, and soon disappear.
Left a wonderful finish in her mouth ...
The exquisite taste, different from the ones in her memory, shook Mia's feelings.
In a daze, Mia moved again the spoon.
A stew that melted on the tongue, leaving a thickness and richness taste, and the bread that left a soft and sweet taste.
"Is the bread this so soft?"
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Her muttered was shaking. When she noticed, her cheeks were squeezing...... and tears were flowing.
"Your highness princess, what's up? Is there something wrong with my dishes ...?"
The chef started speaking in a state of agitated.
Mia, who was full of food, tried to reply, but the only one that came out was a non-verbal voice.
She ended up clogging her throat and flapping her limbs.....
After showing a figure that was not suitable for a noble princess, immediately she calmed down with the water brought by one of the maids
"I enjoyed this, Chef, you have good skill."
Mia smiled at the chef, who was still stuck by her side.
"I'm very honored to have praise. However, Princess, today's stew is a dish that made use of the deliciousness of the ingredients, so, I can not take it as my credit."
"Well, is that so? But, for example, yes, yellow moon tomato. Isn't yellow moon tomato more greenish and with strong bitterness?"
She remembered what she was forced to eat in prison. It was hard, bitter, quite damaged, and very very bad.
"Oh……"
After a bitter smile, the chef said.
"In the case of the yellow moon tomato, if you skip the hassle of cooking, you may have such a taste. It has to cook over three days. Anything you can make as long as you take care of the heat you know"
"... Well, so much?-But if it takes so much time, you don't have to force yourself. even without eating it..."
"No, that would hurt the Princess's body. It is our duty to protect the health of the Imperial Royal Family."
The chef put his hand on his chest, lowered his head and bowed deeply in courtesy. In the past, Mia had thought it was something that devoted to her.
It was different...... Yes, it was different.
Just a few people that cared for her who fell in the revolution in this way.
So she slightly loosened her cheeks and said with a soft smile.
"It was a tough job. I very cherished it."
"Eh...?"
The chef was astonished at her appreciation words. He was astonished and he stunned
He tensed up his big body and stepped back two or three steps.
He never thought that this selfish princess could say such a gentle word.
…… Mia’s daily routine came to mind
Opened his mouth, gaping, and blinked the eyes with a face as if he saw a magician flying in the sky,
"Th, tha, thankfulness."
Finally, He answered with one word.
Then, as if he felt shy, he was scratching his cheeks uncomfortably,
"We, well, It may simply be a price issue ... but what is served today is about as expensive as the money a commoner can get from working for a month."
"I, is that so?"
Even if the price is talked about, the other party was Mia, though.
In the first place, she was a princess who was raised selfishly. What she wanted must be put in one of her hands with a sidelong glance, she was a woman like that.
She was not interested or wanted to know how much the commoners had spent on living expenses and food costs, or their salaries.
So even if she listened to the words of the chef, there was no wonder...... Or it should have been,
[Do you know how much the costs of Imperial Royal meals?]
An unpleasant voice that suddenly came back to her mind.
Surprised, Mia looked around.
――What is it!? Just now ...
A familiar voice, the owner of that voice was ...
~ "(This is a Translation Content of pemudatunawisata.my.id)" ~
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