HCYPBTKIRWO Chapter 17

However, the restaurant was not in a mood for a welcome reunion at all.

On the left side of the long table, which seemed to not fall even if she rolled forward, Luna sat with her arms folded. Luca on the opposite side was looking only at the empty plate.

The duke said something to the children in a voice of dissatisfaction and stopped talking the moment he made eye contact with me.

‘What's the problem?'

The duke looked at me and tilted his head at an angle. I don't know why he even frowned a little.

‘I can’t come into the restaurant? There was no rule like that.’

Fortunately, he didn't tell me to get out. I stood quietly in the corner as he sighed and turned his eyes to the chef standing next to me.

Seeing that he didn't tell the children that I was here, I thought he would only let me say hello after eating.

‘Well, if they knew I was here, they probably wouldn't eat and just do other things...’

But I guess I wasn't the only one who gave food to the children. There were countless dishes on the large table.

The spaghetti I made was cooling down in the corner of the table far away from the children.

‘You have to eat it when it's warm.'

The servants put everything in front of the children little by little, except for my dishes, which looked the least appetizing.

I wanted to give spaghetti to the children to try it. However, the air was so heavy that I shouldn't have intervened.

‘No wonder they skipped meals in this atmosphere.'

I can't believe I have to eat while receiving the attention of numerous users surrounding the restaurant wall like a statue. What about that overwhelmingly big table?

The duke spoke to a servant who was close to him and pointed to the dish at the opposite end of the table. It was spaghetti that I made.

‘Huh? Why? That's for the kids.'

The servant put a little on a plate and took it to the duke. I watched him eat my spaghetti first.

‘Do you eat first to check the poison?'

It has already been tested. This is unfair.

Anyway, how did you know that spaghetti was made by me?

Of course, compared to other dishes on the table, the answer was a quick question. It was so simple that the plating of spaghetti was incomparable to other delicious dishes.

The duke neatly rolled spaghetti, which his servant had given him only a spoonful, with a fork and ate it.

It was hard to see how calm he was and whether or not he was chewing in the distance.

Sitting upright on a table chair that was magnificent due to its high backrest, he quietly watched his younger siblings sitting on the left and right sides.

Both just rummaged the food on the plate with a fork. Sometimes, they cut it into small pieces and ate it little by little.

"Give that to the Princess and the Prince."

Finally!

I cheered inside. He wouldn't have heard it because I screamed inside, but why did he throw a sharp look at me for a while?

"A little for me too."

When the servant, who gave the children spaghetti, approached the side again, the duke held out an empty plate.

"A little more. That’s it."

Just like a while ago, he told the servant to keep adding one more spoon, so he nodded only when he had a full plate.

Look. It's delicious. If it was delicious, be honest and say it was delicious.

The children's reactions were as expected. Both of them didn't look at the other dishes and only ate spaghetti I made.

"Give me more!"

"Me too, me too!"

Cute!

"…Me too."

You're not that cute.

Obviously, carrots and onions were in it, but when the children kept shouting "more!" the users glanced at me in disbelief.

And unfortunately, the face of the chef gradually became gray.

'I'm sorry. I'm not trying to take away your job.’

I'm not a cook, I'm a nanny. A temporary nanny.

"Luna, don't make a sound. Luca, close your mouth and chew."

The duke nagged the children throughout the meal time.

Is the nagging person's expression that bright? By the time he started eating, he had a soft smile on his stiff face.

Sooner or later, servants began to clean up the main dish and serve desserts.

"Harold, it was a satisfying meal after a long time."

When Luna nodded gracefully and praised, the chef next to the table bowed his head.

"Thank you, Your Highness. But what you just ate wasn't what I made."

Me! I did it!

"Really? Then I'll give gold to the person who cooked this dish."

No, you don't have to give me that.

"Let this chef cook my meal from now on."

I agree with that, but Luna used such an old tone. I couldn't get used to it.

"Me too, me too."

"Luca."

When Luca shook his body with a dessert fork in the air, the Duke cautioned him. Anyway, when can I say hello?

'I can't. They’re almost done eating.’

The children looked around the restaurant and jumped out of the chair when they saw me from the corner.

"Hazel!”

Luna ran to me with a smile. I've never seen such a bright smile with sparkling eyes in the cabin.

"Hey, it's you! I don't want to see you!"

Luca was already starting to cry even at the short moment she ran.

As I squatted down and opened my arms, the children jumped into my arms one by one. I hugged both at once and rubbed their cheeks.

"I missed you so much too!"

Meanwhile, a scolding fell from behind.

"Lunabelle. Lucas. You’re not done eating yet. Sit down right away. If you don't sit down in 10 seconds, you won't have dessert today."

Oh no, that can't happen.

"Chestnuts. You have to listen, okay?”

While taking the children to the table, Mrs. Valeria hurriedly approached the duke and bowed her head.

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry. I kept telling her the name...”

Oh, right. I forgot because I was so excited.

The duke shook his head as if he couldn't help it.

"It's okay. I know it doesn’t make sense."

Oh, my. What are you talking about in front of the kids? Perhaps the duke is in urgent need of etiquette education.

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(3rd person pov)

“It looks normal…”

When the Grand Duke's meal service was over, the servants gathered in the kitchen.

Empty plates piled up on the counter, but everyone was looking into the large pan, not the dishwasher.

The witch's spaghetti.

It was left behind by Sir Daniel, who said he was going to test for poison. There was nothing left on the serving plate, so this spoonful was the last.

There was only one reason everyone ran here.

'I should try the witch's spaghetti!'

They wondered what kind of flavor it was that captured the taste buds of the picky siblings in one breath.

First, the assistant chef, who had the courage, picked up a fork and rolled the spaghetti around.

“Hey, what if there’s some kind of potion in it?”

“There is nothing in it.”

It was the moment when he was about to put it in his mouth by poking the tip of the fork.

Bang!

The kitchen door swung open. The face of the chef entering the room was unusual, and the moment he made eye contact with the assistant chef, it became harsh.

"This…”

“Come here.”

He took the fork away immediately.

Harold put the spaghetti in his mouth without hesitation, and his eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

“Damn it!”

The long chef's hat, like the pride of the chef, was wrinkled and thrown to the floor. He felt like he was in the same situation with the Royal Academy diploma.

“It was the obvious way!”

It was a typical recipe of an ordinary person without technique. He couldn't believe he wanted another bite. He had no choice but to admit that he lost.

How can spaghetti, which is not wine or broth, but sauce made by pouring boiled noodles roughly with water, get such a savory taste?

“I need to know what the secret is.”

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