Translator: Michiko
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“It’s delicious, Theo. I’m no longer afraid of carrots and onions!
“Do you also eat celery?”
When I offered him a piece of celery from my salad while saying, “Here”, he screamed, “Uhgyaa,” which was unbecoming of a prince.
I laughed a little from beneath my glasses.
I was happy to see the expected response.
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I had become more of a caterer than a study mate.
I felt that not only Faus but the court ladies around him also recognized me as someone who knew a lot about delicious food.
I assume Gemma was probably taking shape as a gourmet city in the minds of the ladies since I used the excuse, “In my hometown -” as a ‘just in case.’
In actuality, it’s just an old city.
It’s a nice place though.
Faus seemed to like the hamburger I had made for him the other day so much that he pestered me for it every three days.
If that was all, then it would still be okay.
Word had reached the king that the second prince, who had disliked vegetables, had started to eat them properly, and His Majesty had even tasted it as a new meat dish of my invention.
Uuuh.
It wasn’t supposed to be that important.
And even though I provided the recipe, the head chef was the one who actually made it, so why wasn’t the credit given to the head chef?
I wondered if the head chef would stab me later.
I’d never met him before, but I was a little nervous.
The hamburger was delicious, but to His Majesty, who was used to eating delicious food, it would have been a dish for a child’s palate.
But he took the trouble to summon me and again gave me his regards, having said, “Please take care of Faus in the future.”
Even the queen had summoned me and said, “Thank you for eliminating Faus’ picky eating habits.”
The queen was a gentle yet dignified person in a different sense than the king.
Perhaps because I was a child, she gave me five large konpeito as a reward.1Konpeitō, also spelled kompeitō, is a type of Japanese sugar candy. It takes the form of a small sphere with a bumpy surface, and comes in a variety of colors and flavors.
That was quite a wonderful thing.
It was an exciting reward for me.
In my previous life, I knew of dishes that used large amounts of sugar as a given, but sugar in this world was still very valuable.
Of course, for the queen, it would be different, but for me, a mere child of a poor scholar, it was a snack that was out of my reach.
I thought I would eat it one at a time, with great care, but I was immediately caught by Faus.
It was my fault for being so happy and holding them for so long, but I had underestimated the beastman’s nose.
“Theo, you have something delicious.”
There was no way I could win against the fawning, hungry-looking, golden eyes of Faus, who had sniffed out the konpeito in the blink of an eye.
After we played in the garden together, we shared and ate two pieces each before the court ladies found out.
The last one was saved.
I planned to eat it at an important time someday.
Although I had less to eat, it was not so bad to have shared it with Faus, whose eyes were shining with delight.
It was more delicious when we ate it together.
“Even Theo can’t make celery taste good.”
While I had other thoughts on my mind, Faus was thinking intensely about celery.
He poked at the celery on his plate, looking serious. He could just close his eyes and eat it, but he didn’t seem to have the courage to do so.
“If I can do it, will you give me a reward?”
When I asked, having remembered the queen’s konpeito, Faus frowned as hard as he could and brooded over it.
His round ears rotated in circles.
“When we race, I will use a blindfold.”
That seemed to be the conclusion he came up with after he thought long and hard about it.
He even said it to me very seriously.
“…Please don’t do that because you might get hurt.”
Faus probably meant to show consideration for my slow pace, but wasn’t blindfolding himself too much?
For the past month, Faus had known that I was praised for everything I did when it came to learning in the classroom, but I was completely hopeless at physical exercise.
From the point of view of an energetic black lion beast child, I was not a fun playmate.
I would quickly be out of breath when I ran, I couldn’t go outside without my glasses, and swimming was out of the question. I would drown.
Since play fighting was only a one-sided beating, Faus immediately called it off when he noticed that the first time.
Faus wanted to be with me anytime and anywhere, even though I completely could not keep up with the stamina of the black lion beastman.
Every time something happened, he said something like, “Theo is all red. Cute.”
I was a bit troubled by him trying to constantly take my glasses away.
He would always want to see my red eyes. “Theo, your red eyes are very beautiful. Your nose is flat and your lips are thin.” He said that every time he took my glasses away. Was he complimenting me or insulting me?
“I will be ‘It’ in hide and seek.”
“The role of ‘It’ is equal for both players. I, too, want to find Faus-sama.”
It seemed that Faus’ idea of a reward was always related to playing outside.
It’s so like him that it made me laugh.
Since Faus, who avoided things he didn’t like, was rarely up for the challenge, I started to think about how to overcome the celery.
It’s a vegetable with a strong smell, so if he didn’t like that, it would be difficult.
I thought that being fond of and familiar with them was important when it came to strong smells, bitterness, and spiciness.
In short, it’s an acquired taste. It was natural for Faus, a child without exposure to it, to dislike it.
I also hated it.
Even when it was finely chopped up, celery’s presence did not disappear so easily.
I endured and swallowed the celery, which was served as a salad while worrying.
I didn’t like this particular smell, but I couldn’t say that out loud because of my criticism of Faus’ picky eating.
It was simply digging my own grave.
If it didn’t work in small pieces then the only thing I could think of was to cook it. With that, the smell should disappear.
TN: I don’t like vegetables like Faus but I don’t have anyone like Theo in my life T_T. I can’t stand salad too. It’s too much. Fried or adding it to noodle soup is the best way to eat vegetables in my opinion. This novel promotes “Marry a man who can cook”.
Today’s my birthday. So I have changed the setting in my kofi. You don’t need to join the membership for advanced chapters. Just one off kofi can give u access to chapters(IRCM and BLP) for 30 days. It is always one or two chapters ahead of the slt site. But there’s no fixed schedule.
Enjoy reading.
isn’t it ok to have preference? do you have to like everything especially if it tastes bad. Faus is right, get a new head chef