Kashar really followed me into the kitchen.

People in the kitchen initially looked surprised to see me, but as they saw Kashar, they became gradually astonished.

The head chef, Babito, was no exception.

“Is the future madam here… Master?”

“She wants to learn how to cook.”

“Master too?”

There was a reason why Babito asked this way. This place was Micael’s main residence.

Micael, who had just finished doing the dishes, coincidentally came out and greeted us with joy.

“Brother, sister-in-law!”

Micael had light pink rubber gloves on both hands.

The rubber gloves were brought by me for the kitchen staff and had become an essential item.

Micael quickly adapted to the aristocratic residence.

‘He has patched up so well; it’s a bit awkward.’

That face with pink rubber gloves.

Micael himself liked it, but from the perspective of someone who had to look at it, it was still confusing.

“Oh, Your Highness!”

A kitchen servant, who noticed rubber gloves on the Crown Prince’s hands, rushed over in surprise.

“We should be doing this.”

“No. I should help as well since I’m learning. And I’m quite good at doing the dishes now.”

“Still…”

When the servant tried to remove the rubber gloves, Micael stepped back.

I recalled the time when Babito proudly boasted about Micael being the top-notch dishwasher, even though he broke some dishes at first.

‘Micael, the unbeatable dishwasher.’

Although it might seem like a disgrace in society, Micael was proud of himself.

“What brings both of you here?”

“I’m planning to prepare snacks for the kids today. Kashar will help too.”

I felt guilty for not paying much attention to the kids lately because Kashar was always around.

Upon hearing my words, Micael made a momentarily blank expression, then soon blushed.

“Why are you doing this?”

Though I thought someone might be peeling onions, it turned out it wasn’t the case.

“…Cooking together as a family. It’s so cool.”

Perhaps it was because of an unfortunate past.

Micael seemed to admire love within a family.

‘I haven’t even gotten married yet.’

Before I could say this, tears welled up in Micael’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I have too many tears.”

“It’s understandable.”

Still, he seemed much more composed than when we first met.

With that, Micael brightened up the atmosphere.

“What dish are you planning to make?”

“I want to make tteokbokki. Not just any tteokbokki, but rose tteokbokki.”

Rose tteokbokki, a dish where a smooth cream blends with spicy gochujang sauce, creating a harmonious texture with chewy rice cakes, was the leading trend in K-dash cuisine.

“Your cooking is always mysterious. Rose tteokbokki. I’m so excited to see what kind of dish it is. Can I help too?”

“Of course. Then, could you please chop some blue onions?”

“Leave it to me!”
Micael, who was excited, headed towards the cutting board.

As I was about to turn around to prepare the ingredients, Kashar, standing next to the burner, came into view.

‘Fits quite well… Lena?’

Seeing him against the background of the kitchen felt refreshing. He seemed suitable as a man who was good at cooking, but the kitchen that seemed spacious before now appeared narrow with him entering.

“It might be better if I lend a hand.”

His movements seemed to pause as if he shared a similar thought.

“Just a moment.”

I pulled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Alright. Let’s start by washing your hands.”

“Sure.”

At my words, Kashar approached the sink and washed his hands. Then, after he finished, I tied an apron around his waist.

‘What? He listens well.’

It felt strange to lead for once. Always being bossed around and then giving orders felt peculiar.

After quickly washing his hands and returning, Kashar asked, “What should I do?”

“Just a moment. Um, could you come over here for a moment?”

I walked with him into the storage room connected to the kitchen.

Inside, it was filled with ingredients from this world that I had brought.

‘Magic makes things so convenient.’

The preservation spell that Freesia cast was on par with a freezer.

I began to pick out the ingredients needed to make tteokbokki one by one.

“Let’s see. We need rice cakes, fish cakes, sausages… garlic, glass noodles, gochujang, sugar, dashida…”

I took out various ingredients and placed them on Kashar’s arms, which quickly became full.

With that, cooking started as the ingredients were placed on the wooden table.

When I soaked the glass noodles in water, Micael brought vegetables that had been prepared.

“I’ve chopped the onions and green onions.”

“Thank you. Then, sausages… Ah, would you like to try cutting, Kashar?”

He had followed me all the way here to learn, so there was no point in not giving him anything to do.

Before Kashar could respond, Micael handed him a kitchen knife.

“Brother, the knife is here.”

Offering both hands was a very polite gesture.

Taking the knife, Kashar looked at me.

I demonstrated by making a cut in the sausages and stacking the fish cakes.

“It’s like this.”

“Hmm.”

He alternately glanced at the ingredients spread on the cutting board and the knife.