Please Be A Traitor - Chapter 75.1

“……”

“You have to dry it. Don’t worry, I won’t look.”

A pot was hung in a furnace, and the rice was washed with water filled by Karpel. It would be like steamed rice because there was no lid, so I would turn the pan upside down and cover it. But it was enough.

Throughout the climb to the foot of the mountain, I could see quite a lot of familiar vegetables. The temperature has risen quite a bit, so I didn’t pick them up because they were too rough to eat these days.

While the rice was cooked and steamed, I put another pot on it, put potatoes, onions, and beef in it, and simply boiled potato soup.

In case Karpel couldn’t eat rice, I kneaded flour and floated sujebi.

Seeing the meat cut into large pieces and cooked greedily reminded me of a pig again.

I’ve seen a cow in this world, but it looks like the usual cow.

But what about the pig?

I stirred the sujebi so that it wouldn’t stick, and when I saw Karpel, he was looking at me with a stunned face.

It must have been a long time since he changed his clothes, but he still had them in his hand.

“Why……?”

Does it smell weird?

It just smelled like normal potato soup.

No, potato sujebi.

It would taste better if I mix it with soybean paste, but I didn’t have one.

I got emotional.

It’s been a while since I had it.

Compared to my first time cooking rice in 13 years, it went very well.

Whether it was half-cooked, tough, burnt, or whatever, it must have been delicious, but it was well-cooked.

I got the steamed right and I got the water right.

I tried to scoop up the rice by stirring it well with a spatula, but there was no bowl.

Come to think of it, when the knights go out on missions and camp, the main thing they eat is pancakes and skewers.

Since they were eaten by hand, there was no need for separate tableware. There’s no spoon. At last, there was no fork.

But Karpel had something for me. It was a teacup, teaspoon, and dessert fork and plate.

“……”

It felt strange, but I still put rice in a cup.

There was also a mug cup, so I put the soup in it.

I wanted to eat it from the pot, but I still have to maintain my dignity in front of Karpel, my fiancée.

I gave Karpel a cup of rice and cup sujebi with a dessert fork, and Karpel silently took it.

He glared at me as I mixed the warm soup, dipped the softly ripe potatoes and sujebi into my mouth, and started eating.

Karpel ate well.

Though he had to scratch the rice with a fork and put it in his mouth, he didn’t look uncomfortable at all.

As expected, he ate a lot because he was growing up.

He had three cups while I only had one.

The second time, he asked me to give him more, but the third time he get it on his own.

It seemed like he thought it would be faster to just scoop it up with a cup.

It’s not a lot of side dishes.

It was just rice and soup.

Yet Karpel looked very handsome as he ate well.

And it’s the first time I’ve seen Karpel eat so well.

It’s not admiration nor overreaction, it’s just the truth.

‘A handsome guy is handsome even if he opens his mouth wide.’

I knew it for the first time.

He was handsome even with rice and meat in both cheeks.

Karpel murmured as if he was coming to his senses because his stomach was full.

“When did you ever do something like this……?”

“…… Well, in my previous life?”

Karpel kept looking at me and the pot alternately as if he couldn’t understand me.

Looking at my small white hands holding a teacup and pretty pink fingernails, I seemed to know why Karpel was acting like that.

It would feel like that if Marie Antoinette cooked potato sujebi in a pot of rice and put it in a teacup.

I thought I would eat in moderation, but I ate it all since I was hungry.

The scorched rice pressed in the pot was heated one more time and turned upside down.

I flipped it with a spatula when it looked moderately crispy.

I worked hard in flipping it.

I gave half to Karpel to eat and poured the rest into water and boiled it.

I even scooped scorched rice water into his tea cup, and he drank it as soon as it was given.

It seemed that Karpel would even chew and eat the willow leaves if I happened to boil it and give it to him.

It was the time I started cleaning up after leaving my share of scorched rice water when Karpel grabbed my wrist.

“I’ll do it.”

“…… Why?”

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