Thank You For The Confinement, Grand Duke! - Chapter 9
Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi
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Chapter 9
For someone who had been forced to take care of the household for a long time, if people were to ask me, ‘What is your least favorite food?’ I would probably answer like this.
‘Food made by me.’
In my case, my hands were slow, so I often had to smell the food for a long time… and this prolonged ordeal had a way of sapping my appetite over time. Moreover, the sensation of dealing with mushy or slippery ingredients, along with the pungent odor emanating when discarding spoiled portions, could be rather off-putting.
…Factors that diminish your appetite seem to lurk at every step of the cooking process.
Besides, how annoying was the cleaning up? No matter how minimally I cooked, it was meaningless when the diners took out this dish and that dish or used several spoons to eat. It wasn’t easy to cook food, and there were many times when cleaning up was even more exasperating.
Furthermore, after all that effort, he still talked so much behind my back. Not only about if it was tasty or not, but it was greasy and salty even with a little more seasoning… I told him to do it on his own if he was going to complain like that,
— What’s so difficult about this? It’s because your tongue is an idiot who can’t even taste after doing it all the time.
He said that.
Even though I was crying and tried to fight, I had to stop when my grandmother hit my back and calves with a backscratcher. Well, that was how things always go… don’t stand up against the precious eldest son.
Thinking about it made my back ache again…
“You don’t like it?”
“N, no! Everything looks so delicious.”
If people were to ask me, ‘What is the most delicious favorite food?’ I would answer this without hesitation.
‘Food prepared by others.’
“If you need anything else, just call me anytime, Miss.”
“Thank you, Lady Tambor.”
Haa, what a feast from the morning.
The first thing that tickled my nostrils was the enticing aroma wafting from the tender white bread. Upon taking a bite of the spherical bread, a delectable blend of savory and sweetness dances across my mouth
It was a touch salty yet simultaneously sweet.
I’ve heard that salt bread was all the rage these days. I used to wonder why anyone would consume such a combination, but now, to some extent, I could understand it a little bit.
Setting the bread aside, I shift my attention to the meat, grilled to an appealing shade of brown.
While chicken might feel a bit heavy for breakfast, Enfrise had an impressive appetite, so I’d just have a taste. What to eat first? It would be right to yield the legs to the lord, Enfrise… So, shall I eat the wings? Or, because I like the chewy part, then breast meat…
While thinking about it, Enfrise reached out to the meat first. He snapped off the leg and glanced at me.
‘What…? What does he want me to do?’
As I was looking at him in a daze, Enfrize let out a small sigh and opened his mouth.
“Can you give me the plate?”
“…Ah.”
Why was he asking me for his plate? He was a bit peculiar.
Although the table wasn’t that wide, I had to reach quite far to pick up Enfrise’s plate. If I only stretched my hand, I thought my clothes would touch the food, so I let out a small sigh and got up before setting the plate down in front of him.
“…What are you doing?”
He gave such a sound without even getting up from his seat.
“You asked for a plate.”
“…Not my plate, but your plate.”
Huh… uh? What did he want with my plate?
Unable to understand, I gazed at him blankly for a while before Enfrise eventually frowned and spoke sharply.
“Are you waiting for my arm to fall off?”
No way.
However, my body reacted before my head when he said sharply… otherwise, I would get beaten up. When I quickly held out my plate, he placed the chicken leg on it.
“…Uh, are you giving this to me?”
“Of course. Do you think I’ll eat what’s on your plate?”
“No, that’s not it…”
Was chicken legs the most tasteless part in this world? I also heard that there were countries other than Korea that prefer chicken breast. Still, that was okay. Thanks to that, I was able to eat chicken legs for the first time in my life.
— Are you crazy? Don’t you know that all the legs are mine? Touch it, and you die.
Ah, some hallucinations…
Who cares? In this world, there was no damned precious eldest son. Besides, the master, Enfrise himself, told me to eat it!
Shaking my head, I grabbed the chicken leg with my hand and stuffed it into my mouth.
“…Whoa.”
Crazy.
…Real meat was crazy.
The food I’ve been eating may have been an insult to chicken. No, surely, it was blasphemy. I’m sorry, chickens. I’ve been making garbage out of your flesh. How could it be so soft?
“….”
The corner of Enfrise’s mouth went up slightly as he stared at me. Did he just laugh? Was I making a funny face?
Who cares? This heavenly dish was more important.
The unique texture of the chewy chicken legs remains, though they’re expertly prepared to the point where the aroma is hardly noticeable. In addition, a medley of herbs likely contributed to this.
It was definitely chewy when I bit it, but it melted away in my mouth. I didn’t even chew a few times, but it spread in my mouth as if it melted, and the savory and fragrant lump went over my throat in a gulp.
Upon biting into it, the initial chewiness swiftly gave way as it melted in my mouth. I barely had to chew before it spread into a melty sensation, releasing a savory and fragrant lump that glided down my throat in a gulp.
A subtle sauce brushed onto the exterior introduced a delicate balance of sourness and saltiness. Yet, meat is unmistakably meat. Though it was lightly baked, it was full of gravy so it felt a little greasy.
In that case, I should eat this salad.
Interestingly, there were numerous noble families depicted in Romance-Fantasy novels that seldom feature vegetables. During the Middle Ages, vegetables weren’t regarded as luxurious fare. There were tales of nobles who exclusively consumed meat throughout their lives, to the extent that there circulated a rumor that vegetable thieves went unpunished.
However, as a Korean, it was impossible for me. Just two bites of meat make me crave vegetables intently.
The salad had a nice color. All I could recognize is cabbage, red onion, tomato, chicory, paprika, and cheese.
‘It looks delicious.’
“Huu, delicious…”
It was refreshing enough to wash away the greasy taste. It was sweet and sour… what was the sauce? Oh, I couldn’t remember, but I’ve had something similar to this before?
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