This princess cooked four dishes and a soup overnight (Part 5)

My masterpiece was complete!

I carried my creations into the dining room.

The moment Maple stepped in, he sniffed the air. “The aroma of truffles?”

“A connoisseur, I see~ Try my original creations—”

“Turkey Black Truffle Pie!”

“Tuna Tomato Tart!”

“Spinach Bacon Cheese Pie!”

“BBQ Pulled Beef Puff!”

Clutching the tray, I swelled with pride. I, this Princess, had a sudden burst of inspiration and created four kinds at once! Impressive, wouldn’t you say?

“These pies—”

“—are savory!”

‘Dare to argue that they’re sickeningly sweet, and I’ll smack you with this tray! Believe me, I’ll pour an entire can of gum into your mouth!’

“Aren’t they a bit too… delicate?” Maple remarked, sitting down and examining them.

‘Please don’t look at them as if you’re about to pull out a magnifying glass!’

“That’s to ensure you can eat them in a single bite! Hehe, you definitely won’t struggle to fit one in!”

‘Who knew they’d bake into such tiny portions?’ I thought, mentally retracting that last part.

“They look quite appetizing.”

I chuckled. “They taste even better~”

“Then I shall have a taste? After all, my fiancée made them. I suppose I’ll have to finish them, even if it brings tears to my eyes.”

I rolled my eyes, muttering softly, ‘Save that line for our wedding night.’

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing! I said you should hurry and eat them while they’re hot~”

Maple picked up a fork, naturally starting with the black truffle pie.

‘It truly is said that ‘men are all big pig trotters’,’ I mused. ‘His taste is remarkably similar to a truffle-hunting pig.’

I watched him, anticipation bubbling, as he devoured one after another. “Well? Which is the best, and which is the worst? You can rank them, right? Don’t you dare try to flatter me by saying ‘all four are delicious’! I, this Princess, want the honest truth~”

Just then, Maple suddenly reacted as if something was amiss. He clutched his throat, feigning agony. “These pastries… they’re poisoned… !”

I paled dramatically!

‘That’s impossible!’

‘I personally oversaw every single step! There’s no way I could have been negligent!’

I rushed to his side. “Idiot!!! Spit it out quickly! Or drink some water to dilute it? Where’s the imperial physician???? Go find Sharabelle—!”

The next second, Maple covered his mouth with a fist, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Just kidding! Why are you so nervous?”

Only then did I realize he was acting, and I instantly bristled with fury.

“You! Go! Die!!!!”

I grabbed the tray and began striking his head! Ora ora ora ora ora ora ora!!!

“Hmph! Go ahead and die of poison! I won’t care about you anymore!”

Fuming and on the verge of tears, I slammed the tray to the floor and stormed away.

‘I’m never coming back!’

‘Never to meet again in this life or the next!’

Back in the room, the Maid Lucia was busy applying a bandage to the large bump that had swollen on Maple’s forehead.

“Your Highness, does it hurt?”

“Not too bad, but my heart aches more…” he said, looking dejected. “I merely made a joke. Was there truly a need for her to get so angry?”

“Hmm… it is rather perplexing. Normally, she would just whine and playfully hit you a few times.”

Maple looked at her, his expression as wronged as a child who had misbehaved. “Did I mess up again?”

“Not at all!” Lucia quickly reassured him. “Perhaps Princess Fubai’s anger will subside by tomorrow.”

“I think she’s already gone to her father to break off the engagement…”

“Don’t think that way~ Here, have some bread. You haven’t eaten anything all day, saving your appetite for Princess Fubai.”

Lucia said, handing him an exceptionally long piece of bread.

“Thank you, but I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“You have a martial arts competition tomorrow; how can you fight on an empty stomach? This bread was brought back on the ship from Britannia. To prevent anyone from sabotaging your competition, from now on, you should only eat the food we’ve brought ourselves, alright?”

“!?” In that instant, Maple seemed to grasp something profound. He sprang from the bed, the bandage still on his forehead, and rushed towards the door…