Chapter 106 106: Master's Porridge Tastes So Good



In Renji's mansion.

For the cat race, climbing up a three-story villa was quite easy. Ashe, under the cover of night, after her "secret meeting" with the revolution army, quickly returned to Renji's place.

The Catgirl, who slipped into her room through the window, saw everything inside was as it was, and there were no signs of her locked door being opened. Ashe let out a sigh of relief, her two cat ears, which had been tense, finally relaxed.

However, before Ashe could do anything else, a series of knocking sounds at the door made her jump. The guilty Catgirl's tail straightened up in fear, and her first thought was,

'Oh no, was I discovered?'

Trying to calm herself and not wanting to delay, she nervously opened the door.Th1s chapter is updated by n)ovel/\bin/\

Thankfully, it was the strange maid standing outside.

"Miss Ashe, it's time for dinner. Number 86 can't wait to secure her position as the head maid through her culinary skills" the maid said.

'Was it already time for dinner?'

Ashe felt relieved that she wasn't discovered for returning late.

As she hurriedly agreed and descended the stairs, Ashe thought about her role in the revolution army, where she cared for children and helped with simple meals. But she knew nothing about high-end cooking.

'What do i do now...?'

'Eh?'

'What's this aroma?'

Ashe, not yet in the dining room, already sensed something unusual. And when the maid led her to the dining room, the Catgirl was stunned to see a table full of meticulously cooked dishes, from appetizers like bread and cold dishes to main courses of chicken breast with foie gras, roast duck, and steamed fish.

Not to mention, there were many more seemingly ordinary home-cooked dishes, yet they were prepared with vibrant colors and tempting sauces.

'This... everything is already prepared'

'Then why was I called here? '

As Ashe was puzzled, she noticed four chairs around the dining table. The maid and Eileen, who had returned home, occupied two of them. The remaining two, one obviously at the head of the table, and the last one,

'could it be...'

Gulp.

'A master cook... for a slave?'

If that wasn't shocking enough, the maid beside her began to explain, [Based on my calculations and analysis, a sudden change in Miss Ashe's diet and the intake of too many fats is not advisable. The guidance suggests continuing a light diet, gradually adding eggs, dairy, and meat until the body fully adapts. This porridge was voluntarily prepared by master specifically for Miss Ashe's nourishment, * Number 86 explained, helping her cool and aloof master*]

Ashe: "..."

She carefully opened the lid of the clay pot, and a white steam rose up, followed by the strong aroma of the porridge. The porridge was rich with various ingredients like barley, vegetables, shredded meat, and yam. The more complex the porridge, the more difficult and energy-consuming it is to prepare.

Now, it actually wasn't about the porridge anymore.

It was more about the meaning behind this bowl of porridge.

'When was the last time someone cared and paid attention to me like this?'

'Ah, I remembered...'

Blurry images surfaced. She was only a few years old at the time. The dining table wasn't as beautiful then, and the food wasn't as plentiful and delicious. But they were happy because she could get her father to feed her by acting cute, and her mother would spend hours baking her younger sister's favorite cookies.

Until a fire ravaged their lives, human soldiers invaded, and under a night sky stained red by flames, her people were captured, caged, and collared. She and her sister could only hide in the trees, helplessly watching everything unfold.

Later, to survive, she and her sister began to wander, even getting separated. Fortunately, at her most desperate moment, she found the revolutionaries.

Although her time with the revolutionaries was short, just half a year, her hard work and endurance quickly earned her a place and trust among them. But precisely because of this, Ashe could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the revolutionaries more acutely.

On the surface, everyone encouraged and helped each other, but Ashe, sensitive as she was, knew these were mere facades, fragile and easily broken. As the revolutionaries' situation worsened, internal conflicts and disputes became more frequent, and no real way out seemed visible. They called themselves "revolution army" but they were just a group of people clinging to each other in desperation.

Drip, drip*

Ashe didn't know why, but her vision blurred, a thick mist of tears clouding her sight, with some drops falling into her porridge.

She hated this side of herself, especially when she thought of the revolutionaries depending on her, it filled her with guilt. Yet, in moments like these, with Eileen, the strange maid, and her new master showing care in their ways, Ashe wished time could freeze.

They say a hundred bucks can buy a desperate beggar, and everyone thinks it's too easy, right? But in reality, who would actually do it?

At least for Ashe, Renji was the first. Not just as a human noble, but the first person since the loss of her parents to cook a meal just for her.

Even if it was just a pot of porridge.

Ashe buried her head into the porridge, clutching the wooden spoon tightly, spooning it into her mouth, hoping to hide her tear-streaked face this way.

'Master's porridge...'

'It tasted so good'