“What did you say?”
The chef harshly slammed down the ladle he was using to stir the broth and turned toward Mayana.
But Mayana’s vigor was not dampened at all. She placed both hands on her hips and took one step closer to the burly chef.
“If I’m wrong, then tell me what’s wrong, Chef.”
“This is…!”
“I agree that the princess is finicky and hard to deal with. But think about it. She’s only seven years old, seven years old! At that age, children are stubborn and capricious. Can’t you understand that?”
The chef scowled, his thick eyebrows furrowing, and folded his arms with a snort.
“You seem to be ignorant, thinking that commoners who grow up rolling around anywhere and the children of nobles are the same?”
“Commoner or noble or royal, children are children. And if what you say is true, Chef, you cannot treat Princess Ariante like this, especially the sole heir to the Valterminster Duke!”
“The sole heir.”
There was a mocking tone in the chef’s voice.
As the conversation flowed, Mayana realized, beyond finding his attitude distasteful, that something was strange. Although the duke was not present, the kitchen was not occupied by just the two of them.
There were certainly other chefs engrossed in preparing dinner, peeling potato skins in the storeroom concealed by shelves or in the backyard.
Yet, to show such an insolent attitude toward the princess, what on earth was going on? Did he really believe that all the kitchen staff would keep their mouths shut for him?
Or perhaps…
Mayana bit her lower lip, struggling to shake off her confusing thoughts, and then awkwardly lifted the corners of her eyes and mouth.
“Alright, Chef, if you won’t bake the cake for the princess, I will. Just let me use the fire.”
The chef snorted. If he tried to expel her by force, Mayana was prepared to put up a fight. After all, her job was to attend to Ariante, and providing her favorite snacks was also part of ‘serving the princess’…
“Listen. It seems you know nothing, but you don’t need to fuss over it.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re curious, ask the steward or even the housekeeper. Tsk, tsk… Were you the only one with futile dreams? They all either ran away within a month or left after learning the truth. So don’t waste your energy and…”
Mayana cut him off.
“Enough with the pointless talk, Chef. You tell me I don’t know anything, but where I worked before was no easy place either. Rumors exist everywhere, but they were mostly worthless. What I want to hear now is ‘You can use the fire,’ just that. Got it?”
The chef turned back to the boiling broth with an annoyed expression, blowing a nasal snort.
“As long as you don’t bother me, do as you wish. But don’t think about touching the dough I made. That’s for the dessert after dinner.”
Damned spiteful old man. Mayana grumbled inwardly. She was at the point of wanting to smash his spiteful face with one of the ladles hanging along the wall.
But she had no time to glare at the chef. If she couldn’t use the dough, she had to find something quick to make. Before Ariante, annoyed by not having a snack, broke something.
(This is a time delimiter.)
Mayana had just barely baked a piece of brownie with thickly ground almonds when nearly an hour had passed since she wrestled with the chef.
The chef, who had watched her hastily serve the steaming brownies onto a plate without even letting them cool down, scoffed like this.
“You’ll break another poor plate.”
Mayana left the kitchen at a brisk pace without replying to his words. Although it wasn’t the ‘chocolate cake with seeds’ that Ariante had asked for, perhaps there was room for compromise with a brownie…
‘At least I knew how to bake brownies!’
In her previous life, cooking or baking was not her hobby. She was mainly a freelancer who made clothes, especially small clothes that could be worn by dolls, and sold them. Her interests were solely in handcrafts and sewing.
Baking oneday classes that had spread like wildfire… She had attended just once, being dragged there by a friend, and never imagined that the experience would come in handy in this way.
“Excuse me, it’s Mayana.”
Knocking and opening the door, Mayana passed through the living room and headed straight for the study that Ariante used.
For some reason, the atmosphere felt chilly. For a moment, she thought Ariante had run away again, but to her surprise, the child was sitting quietly at the desk.
Though she looked very unhappy with the homework piles higher than her seated height on both sides, considering her actions so far, it was a relief she was sitting down at all.
However, the expression on the face of Ms. Bimen, who was standing right next to Ariante and watching her, was not so good. Her black pupils stood out more than usual today, and her deep dimples, which didn’t match, wriggled unpleasantly whenever she licked her lips.
Well, she always had an angry look on her face. At least Mayana had never seen Ms. Bimen make a soft and relaxed expression or smile. She was so curt and irritable that one would doubt how she could teach children.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
