Chapter 3

A Familiar Voice

“What is this!”

“It’s... it’s a stew of seasonal vegetables...”

The way the chef answered suggested that he was hiding something. But Mia wasn’t going to be fooled.Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om

“I’m asking what this vegetable is.”

Mia asked while bring the spoon closer to the chef’s face. There is a difference in height between the chef and Mia, so she stretched out her arms and stood on her tiptoes.

“It is indeed a yellowmoon tomato, Your Highness.”

The chef answered after realizing that Mia was not backing down. The maids around them all looked worried.

“Really? This... this is a yellowmoon tomato?” Incredibly, Mia stares at it and then puts the spoon in her mouth with her quivering hand. There was a refreshing sourness that spreads in her mouth the moment it touched the tip of her tongue. There was a faint sweetness hidden in it. The moderately simmered vegetables crumble in her mouth and melt. Leave a wonderful finish in her mouth...

The exquisite taste, which is different from what she remembered, shook Mia’s emotions.

Enthusiastic, Mia took another spoonful. The stew melted on her tongue, leaving a rich flavor, and the bread has a soft sweetness to it.

“Was bread always this soft?”

Her muttering voice was trembling. Then she noticed that tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Hearing honest gratitude from Mia, the chef was in absolute shock that his mouth went agape. He took two unsteady steps backwards. He never thought that such a selfish princess could utter such kind words.

... At this point, it should be obvious how Mia usually behaves.

The chef stared at Mia with the kind of bewilderment as if he had just seen a witch through the sky.

“I...I... I am very honored, Your Highness.”

Finally, words came out of his mouth. He scratched his chin out of embarrassment.

“Well, it is also a matter of cost. The foods prepared today were of the finest quality that it is equivalent to a month’s salary of the common people.”

“My, is that so?”

Talks of costs and price have never made much sense to Mia. In the first place, she was raised as a spoiled princess. She was the kind of woman that can get anything that she likes with just a glance. She wasn’t interested in how much her living and food expenses are. Nor was she interested in how much the common people’s salaries are.

So she naturally did not care about the chef’s words. Or it was supposed to be like that... but...

Do you have any idea how much it costs to feed you royals?

A sarcastic voice suddenly echoed in her mind. Surprised, Mia looked around.

What in the heavenly moons.. Who was that now?

It was a familiar voice... from her memory...