I’m nice to you for no reason

“Let’s all eat together.”

Only when one manages a household does one know the cost of firewood and rice…

The old butler didn’t throw the food away, but returned it to the kitchen intact.

Generally speaking, for hygiene reasons, leftovers would be treated as garbage.

But they wouldn’t waste food that hadn’t been eaten at all and was still sealed, directly distributing it to everyone.

“Heh, what a waste.” Apprentice Cohen didn’t eat, sneering on the side.

“So delicious, such a waste to throw it away.” Apprentice Torin finished his portion in a few bites, gazing longingly at Cohen’s portion.

Head Chef Cooke didn’t say anything.

Although the Crown Prince’s food was more high-end, it wasn’t as if it couldn’t be wasted at all.

The blonde girl had mainly used materials within the margin of error, and there was also the portion that the Crown Prince used to test for traitors that hadn’t been used, so it didn’t matter at all.

But Cooke hoped that after this failure, the blonde girl would understand that this method of attracting the Crown Prince’s attention was not feasible –

“Mr. Cooke, can I make it again tomorrow?”

After eating, Flora asked.

(How boring.)

After figuring out the purpose of the woman who had been demoted to the kitchen, Ryan’s life returned to calm once again.

Women who took a fancy to the Crown Prince’s status and position, trying every means to approach him, wanting to exchange their bodies for benefits… This was not the first.

It was just that he didn’t expect to have such a resounding bad reputation outside, yet there was still a woman who was so bold… It could only be said that power and profit were too attractive to the world.

It was also too uninteresting.

Ryan simply couldn’t feel any physical urge towards this kind of woman, he didn’t even want to pretend.

All he felt was endless disgust.

It could be said that the woman’s image in his heart had plummeted to freezing point in an instant.

If it weren’t for the fact that the woman could still make some dishes that he missed, he would have kicked her out of the kitchen without hesitation.

However, he was not a person who was immersed in the past and unable to extricate himself.

A week… no.

He decided to kick the woman out of the kitchen in three days.

Even if this would lead others to interpret it as him hating the woman, but for this one time, he admitted that those people were right.

“There’s no need to report to me about Flora Haggia anymore.”

As for what the woman’s reaction would be after he ordered the portable food to be thrown away, he no longer cared.

And so, one day passed.

(What?)

After breakfast, Ryan was stunned as he watched the old butler present the tin box once again.

No, was that woman so persistent that she didn’t know when to give up?

Or was his rejection too subtle, and the woman didn’t understand?

“Throw it away.”

Ryan frowned.

“As you wish.”

But the old butler didn’t leave.

Generally speaking, this was a sign that the old butler had something else to report.

Although he guessed that it was likely related to that woman, Ryan still said, “What is it?”

“Your Highness, the kitchen asked me to ask you what kind of portable lunch you would like to eat, and they can prepare it.”

So that’s what they were doing?

Ryan glared at the old butler with a cold gaze, the latter silently lowering his head, but there was no hint of guilt on his face.

After a while, Ryan retracted his somewhat aggressive gaze, turned his head to the side, and said to the loyal old servant in a tone that was as un-icy as possible:

“I don’t need it.”

He knew very well that the old butler was taking care of that woman.

But he believed that the old butler wouldn’t reveal his past without permission.

In other words, this was the woman’s own idea, and the old butler was just passing on the message.

“Your Highness, the kitchen also asked me to ask you if there are any special requirements for the extra breakfast.” The old butler said again.

Ryan couldn’t help but glare at the old butler again, seeing that the other party was still lowering his head from beginning to end, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to keep his tone steady.

“No… there are no special requirements.”

He almost said “I don’t need it” again, but realizing that this might be misunderstood as him not eating lunch in the future, Ryan immediately changed his mind.

“As you wish.”

The old butler finally left.

(How annoying.)

To be honest, Ryan wanted to kick that woman out of the kitchen immediately.

But he had already decided to do so in two days, and if he changed his mind now, it would only make him seem impatient.

Most importantly, this kind of annoying situation would definitely happen more than once in the future.

He had to get used to it, and then face that life that was destined to be utterly boring.

Only in this way could he feel better.

Because without expectations, there would be no disappointment.

Having said that, he was still a little expectant now.

If there were no accidents, the old butler would definitely tell the woman about his attitude.

Having been rejected to this extent, even the most persistent and shameless woman should not –

“Your Highness.”

Another day passed, and the old butler presented the tin box for the third time.

Ryan originally wanted to show a little anger, but recalling what he had said yesterday, he immediately understood.

That woman had understood it as “anything is fine.”

(She’s really annoying.)

In order to prevent the people below from misinterpreting his meaning, Ryan had always been concise, but he didn’t expect that this would instead give some people the opportunity to take advantage of it and misinterpret his words.

But just as he was about to carefully explain that his intention was that there was no need to make extra portable lunches, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good solution.

“Throw it away… In the future, let others make it for me.”

Didn’t you just want to find an excuse to show off in front of him?

Then let you only watch others show off!

“His Highness Ryan has agreed to let us continue to make portable lunches in the future.”

After handing over with the old butler, Head Chef Cooke found the blonde girl who was cleaning in the outbuilding and said cautiously,

“But… he doesn’t allow you to interfere in this matter.”

But the sad expression that Cooke was worried about didn’t appear on the blonde girl’s face.

On the contrary –

“That’s great.”

The blonde girl smiled as happily as could be.

Cooke subconsciously thought that the blonde girl was deeply shocked, resulting in some mental abnormality, and hurriedly said:

“Flora, don’t be discouraged. Your cooking skills are so excellent that His Highness will eventually not be able to resist wanting to taste the dishes you make during lunch.”

“Mmm.”

The blonde girl readily nodded.

Seeing her nonchalant appearance that didn’t seem fake at all, Cooke frowned slightly, and then asked in surprise, as if he had thought of something:

“You’re happy that His Highness can eat lunch properly?”

“Yes.”

The blonde girl nodded, then lowered her voice and said,

“I’ve noticed that in order to cover it up, the extra amount of breakfast is very small, not enough to fill his stomach at all, and it’s not kept warm or fresh… His Highness was really too pitiful before.”

Pitiful… It was the first time Cooke had heard someone describe the Crown Prince, who was known for his ferocity and was like the descent of a demon king, as pitiful.

“No, didn’t you see? His Highness he…”

Afraid that saying it too bluntly would hurt someone, Cooke stopped mid-sentence.

The blonde girl didn’t have so many concerns.

“I know, His Highness is a little disgusted with me… But it’s okay.”

Flora smiled.

“As long as His Highness is doing well, I’m satisfied.”