This princess cooked four dishes and a soup overnight (Part 4)

Oh no…! In a moment of desperation, I actually blurted out such an excuse! What should I do?

Maple surely won’t take it seriously, right?

Maple looked at me with an incredulous expression, then weakly pointed and asked, “You can cook?”

“How will I know if I don’t try?”

Maple hit the nail on the head, “Usually, people who say things like that are cooking for the first time, aren’t they?”

“What’s wrong with cooking for the first time?” I declared righteously, hands on my hips. “The daughter of the Emperor who swept across the six realms and conquered the eight wildernesses is personally cooking for you; you should be honored!”

“Since it’s the daughter of the Emperor who ‘swept across the six realms and conquered the eight wildernesses’ doing the cooking,” Maple replied playfully, “then I really should save room in my stomach, shouldn’t I?”

I couldn’t help but retort, “Ugh, so you’re only doing this for my father’s sake?”

“However…”

“However what?”

He looked at me hesitantly. “Honestly, I’m a little worried. You suddenly offering to cook—you’re not trying to sneak something strange into the food, are you?”

“Do you have persecutory delusions?”

‘Bastard! I only offered to cook because I was afraid someone else would poison you!’

‘Even if I did drug you, it would be with a potion to turn you into a girl! You femboy!’

“Whose fault is it then?” Maple countered. “Just now, while I was drinking coffee, you said, ‘Strange, didn’t the excitement-enhancing potion work?’ That’s why I’m thinking like this!”

This Princess didn’t know what to say, so I simply replied—

“Idiot.” I said, with a tsundere expression.

“Oh, I see!”

“What do you know now?”

I noticed he seemed a bit excited.

“This is my reward for winning the competition, isn’t it?” Maple deduced. “You said before that if I lost, I’d have to wear women’s clothes, but you didn’t say what would happen if I won…”

‘Prince, you really imagine a lot!’

“If you want to think that way, then fine…” I maintained my tsundere expression.

“My fiancée’s cooking, I’ll eat it even if it brings tears to my eyes…”

“Hey! Can’t you have even a shred of faith in my cooking skills?!”

‘Infuriating!’

‘He says, “My fiancée’s cooking, I’ll eat it even if it brings tears to my eyes.” Is he an idiot? Does he even know how to talk?’

‘Haven’t you seen that Michelin chefs are all male? So I have a natural advantage!’

Bidding farewell to Maple, I pushed open the Imperial Kitchen doors with great force.

The chef, mid-chop, froze, his cleaver suspended in the air. Everyone stared at me in a daze, as if time itself had stopped.

I waved at them with an awkward smile, saying, “Please continue, don’t mind me.”

“Princess, are you here to inspect our work?” someone asked.

“Inspect work? Yes, exactly. cough, cough Hello, comrades.”

“Hello, Princess!”

“You’ve all worked hard, comrades.”

“Serving the Royal Family!”

“Then I’ll just fiddle around with something myself. You all can continue serving the Royal Family.”

I picked up a black truffle from a vegetable basket, carefully examining it. ‘This Princess must start from the source of the ingredients! To prevent anyone from poisoning him!’

“Princess, perhaps I should help you chop…” a Maid said fearfully, seeing me pick up a cleaver. She looked as though she expected me to start wildly swinging it around the kitchen at any moment.

“No need, I’ll do it myself.”

‘Now, every single one of them looks like someone who wants to poison Maple, so I’ll handle every step personally!’

Holding the cleaver in my hand at this moment, I felt like a yandere possessed—no, no, a master chef possessed! What exactly should I cook for Maple? A faint red glint flashed in my eyes.

Just you wait! The dish this Princess personally cooks will shock you as much as this Princess’s gender!