‘Certainly, Makgeolli needs a side dish.’

There were many best side dishes for Makgeolli.

Among them, the one I chose as the top was potato pancakes.

‘Regular potato pancakes are tasty, but nowadays, adding bacon and snowflake cheese is a must.’

Fry the minced bacon and thinly sliced batter as if deepfrying, and at the end, sprinkle the snowflake cheese and it melts smoothly.

Steam lightly wafted from the freshly opened lunch box.

Looking at the finely chopped pink bacon in the light yellow color, it felt like looking at flowers blooming on a golden honeycomb.

“Let’s see, the crispness… it’s really the same. Amazing.”

When I poked it with chopsticks, the outer edge was quite alive.

In fact, the lunch box I was using was a box with preservation magic on it.

‘I found it in Aileen’s room.’

Items with magic were extremely rare.

I couldn’t hide my proud feeling.

‘If the potato pancakes are not crispy, that would be really sad.’

The round full moon was hanging on the balcony just in time.

It’s a perfect night for drinking Makgeolli.

“……Is this the comfort?”

“Yes. You asked for food before, didn’t you?”

It was even specified in the contract.

‘Was it too abrupt?’

Well, he probably never thought he would receive a feast in the banquet hall.

‘But with Makgeolli, a side dish is essential.’

I didn’t want to give a single bite to those who treated our emperors badly, but Kashar was different.

“I made it just for Your Grace.”

Although he was using me, I was thankful.

‘It was all thanks to Kashar that I could leave the children and Emma.’

I didn’t want to give new trauma to the twins.

“Take a bite before it gets cold.”

I tore the steaming potato pancake and brought it to Kashar’s mouth.

“Ah”

“……Ah?”

I took advantage of the opportunity and landed the potato pancake in his mouth.

When delicious food enters the mouth, saliva pools, and the mouth waters.

‘At this moment, when the greasiness and saltiness haven’t gone away.’

I hurriedly poured Makgeolli into a glass.

The moment he swallowed the potato pancake was the perfect timing.

“Come, cheers. To us.”

I handed him a glass and poured my share as well.

Clink!

The sound of glasses clinking was pleasant.

“To our love!”

Watching him put his mouth to the glass, I also downed my shot in one go.

“K Good!”

Rinsing the mouth with the side dish was good, but sipping Makgeolli first and then chewing the greasy pancake was also exquisite.

‘It’s delicious no matter what order you eat it.’

I made it, but I really made it well.

I was about to pour more Makgeolli into the emptied glass when I sneaked a glance.

“Ah, the glass is empty. I must fill it all alone”

Passing Makgeolli back and forth was also fun.

He wasn’t scared of getting drunk from just one glass.

‘……I’m a liar.’

Kashar was staring at me.

His hardtoread face was very scary.

‘Did I talk too much?’

Or was the potato pancake or Makgeolli not tasty?

Whatever it was, I certainly crossed a line because of my mood.

I quickly picked up the Makgeolli glass.

“Ah, actually, I have a hobby of drinking alone. Really. Selfsufficiency is the basis for alcohol. Yes.”

Whew, who forces you to pour alcohol these days?

As I hurried to fill the glass, Kashar snatched the Makgeolli.

“Here.”

The empty glass filled up white.

Kashar’s eyes were lazily curled.

“Now, shall we drink well?”

I automatically said ‘Yes, sir,’ even though I hadn’t been to the army.

As I put my mouth to the glass, he smiled. It turned into a oneshot.

“Ah, this is so good.”

With the cool night breeze blowing, and sipping hot potato pancakes and cool Makgeolli, my body, worn out from childcare, relaxed comfortably.

The side dish and Makgeolli soon revealed the bottom.

‘It’s a pity.’

I only ended up holding the empty chopsticks for nothing.

I glanced at him, just turning my eyeballs.

‘Did it suit his taste?’
Even though her chopstick skills were awkward, she seemed to be eating well.

I looked up at Kashar with sparkling eyes. Perhaps because of the makgeolli, his lips were moist.

‘He looks so delicious…’

Slurp.

The saliva gathering in my mouth was because of the potato pancakes, not because I was perverted.

I was struggling to control my salivary glands.

“It’s delicious.”

“Eh?”

The words I wanted to hear flowed from his mouth.

“Really?”

“If you want me to be specific, the outside is crispy, the inside is rich and salty. It seems like there’s meat inside… and there’s a subtle cheese flavor that goes well with it.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it!”

Our prince, nice expression!

The perfect compliment made me clench my fist, and applause came naturally.

I could see Kashar holding back his laughter.

‘If it’s funny, then laugh. What’s the big deal?’

I never showed interest in making people laugh in the first place, so I had nothing more to say.

‘Complimenting the food is a duty to the one who made it.’

Suddenly, I remembered my childhood.