Tearmoon Empire Story

"What is this!

"It's a seasonal vegetable stew..."

Chef says in a blurry tone somewhere. But Meer wasn't going to be deluded.

"I hear what these vegetables are."

Guru, keep the spoon close in front of the chef's face.

There is a height difference between a large chef and Meer, so stretch out, toe ahead, and gush...

"... Yellow Moon Tomato, is it?

The chef said that he saw what was poked at him and noticed him. The maids watching around also look worried.

"Oh no... this is the yellow moon tomato?

With incredible thoughts, Meer stares at it, then puts the spoon in her mouth with a trembling hand.

The moment you touch the tip of your tongue, the refreshing acidity that spreads through your mouth. A hint of sweetness hidden in it. The more well simmered vegetables collapse in the mouth, dust, and soon disappear.

Leave a great finish in your mouth......

A different flavor than in my memory rocked Meer's emotions.

Obsessed, Meer moved the spoon.

Bread that leaves a thick thickness and melts over the tongue, fluffy and sweet......

"What could bread have been so soft?

The twinkling voice was trembling. Notice, the cheeks, pounding, pounding..., the tears were telling.

"Hi, princess, how are you? Something wrong with my cooking...?

The chef talks to me, like I said.

Meer, who cooked all over her mouth, tried to reply, but all she had to do was make a fuzzy, unspoken voice.

I'll give it to you, I'll pinch it to your throat, I'll twitch my hands and feet......

After one of the maids brought the water and managed to calm down..., etc., and show that the noble princess did not deserve it.

"Enjoyed yourself, chef. You're a good man."

Meer smiled at the head chef, who was calming down by the way.

"It's an honor to compliment you. But, Princess, today's stew was a dish that exploited the deliciousness of the ingredients, so it's not my style."

"Well, did you? But, for example, yes, yellow moon tomatoes. Could yellow moon tomatoes have been something bluer and more tannic?

Reminds me of what I was forced to eat in prison. It was hard, bitter, damaged by some things, and very, very bad.

"Oh......"

After a bitter laugh, the chef said.

"In the case of yellow moon tomatoes, saving the hassle of simmering can sometimes taste like that. That one took three days to simmer. If you look out for fire, you can make it for everyone."

"... well, so much? But if it's that laborious, you don't have to eat it..."

"No, then I will hinder Her Highness's body. It is our duty to protect the health of the imperial family."

Put your hands on your chest, bow your head deeply, and grace your subordinate chef. Meer once thought it was naturally something she could offer herself.

But it wasn't... yes, it wasn't.

Few people noticed her this way, which was zeroed down by the revolution.

So she said, slightly loosening her cheeks, with a soft grin.

"That was hard work. Thank you for your time."

"Heh...?

The chef was stunned by the words of honest labor. That already stunned me that I just might lose my hips.

So much so that I let my big body jump up and lag behind with two or three steps.

I never thought I'd get such a kind word from this selfish princess.

… Meer's daily deeds are obliterated.

Pokan, and opened his mouth, and as though even a flying wizard had seen it, after blinking his eyes,

"Come on, come on, I'm afraid."

Finally, I answered just one word.

Then, is it a shade of light, scratching your cheeks uncomfortably,

"As it were, well, it could simply be a matter of price...... What I'm offering you today is the same luxury pay that ordinary people get for a month's work."

"Oh, really?

Even if they talk about the price, it is one thing that doesn't come to pass.

In the first place, I am a selfishly raised princess. What I want is a woman who has gotten it with one stream.

If you are not interested, you are not interested in your own living expenses, or how much food you are spending, or in the salaries of ordinary people.

So no wonder I overheard the chef's words... I was supposed to.

"Do you know how much it costs you royal meals?

An unpleasant voice that rises to the back of your brain on the fence.

Surprised, Meer looked around at the neighborhood as a chirp.

- What is it?!? That one is......

A familiar voice, the Lord of that voice...