“But don’t princesses usually tend to flowers or rear birds? I’ve never heard of a princess who plants carrots.”
“When have you ever met princesses?”
Lian asked with a look of disbelief.
“No, but…”
“People are different, you know. Maybe our Princess Stella is more interested in growing vegetables than flowers.”
“But is the color of carrots always this deep orange?”
“Are you always this chatty? Stop asking questions and start carrying those bags to the storeroom.”
“Okay.”
Following Lian’s rebuke, Brin gloomily picked up a bag. However, the bag full of carrots was too heavy for her to lift.
As Brin struggled to lift it, Darren quickly stepped in and effortlessly shouldered two bags at once.
“It’s heavy. Carry one at a time. You could get hurt.”
“Nah, what’s so heavy about it.”
Darren responded and then shouldered another bag. Seeing him easily lift three bags full of carrots, Lian clapped in genuine admiration.
“Ah, youth is great.”
Stella watched the servants eagerly helping with the carrot harvest, filling the bags, and busily carrying them to the storeroom, realizing once again how lucky she was.
After Darren carried away three bags of carrots, Lian and Brin also picked up a bag each, helping each other.
“Aren’t they heavy?”
Stella asked worriedly, but Lian and Brin said they were fine and moved towards the storeroom. They had started working in the fields right after breakfast, and it was almost lunchtime.
Mila, who had been pulling carrots and filling bags all day, wondered several times why she was doing this work. But, since even Princess Stella was out working, she, as a maid, couldn’t just stand by doing nothing.
Stella had been quietly observing Mila, who had been diligently working since the morning.
She was so slender that Stella thought she might give up soon, but Mila was surprisingly resilient in her work.
Even from the very beginning of carrot harvesting to the present, Mila hardly spoke and concentrated on her work.
When Stella tried to talk to her, Mila was often so engrossed in her work that she didn’t hear Stella’s voice.
Mila’s expression, glimpsed now and then, was very serene, and sometimes a smile lingered on her lips.
It seemed like Mila, just like herself, was feeling better while doing this work. Stella hoped that Mila, who had been unusually somber lately, would feel even a little happier.
Stella had asked for ten pies to be made.
There were only five people in Berdura Castle, and even if two ate to their fill, one carrot pie was too much, let alone ten. Lian, though puzzled, tirelessly kneaded the dough.
It was a lot for one person, so Brin also pitched in without hesitation.
As time passed, the kitchen of Berdura Castle filled with the sweet scent of pies.
Finally, the time to taste the completed pies arrived. Lian’s face beamed with satisfaction as she tasted her creation.
‘I made it, but it’s so delicious!’
The hot pie was so good, she wanted to take it outside and feed it to her son.
Lian knew she was an excellent cook, but even she didn’t expect the pies to be this outstanding. She was certain the quality of the ingredients was the key factor.
Lian ate a whole pie where she sat, and the same went for Brin and Darren. Even Mila, who usually ate little, had a fair share, attesting to the incredible taste of the carrot pie.
“Princess, what kind of carrots are these? They’re so delicious, I’ve never tasted anything like it.”
“I grew them.”
Stella, keeping her promise with the fairies, never mentioned the term ‘fairy carrots.’ Even if she did, people wouldn’t believe her, and it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
“Wow, they’re really delicious. You could even sell them.”
“That’s why I’m asking. Can we sell the carrots, leaving only what we’ll eat in the storeroom?”
“Sell the carrots?”
This was even more surprising than the princess doing farming.
“Yes. It’s too much for us alone.”
However, Stella couldn’t leave the imperial palace.
Although she was free to move within its walls, there were watchful eyes hidden everywhere. Even if she managed to get out, she couldn’t roam freely without an identification card of the Credion Empire.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
