Chapter 3

It was.

I have to cut the potatoes and mix them with the flour dough to make flat potato bread.

(Potato bread is a form of bread in which potato flour or potato replaces a portion of the regular wheat flour.)

I thought it would be very delicious to eat with basil cream pesto made in advance and aged the day before yesterday.

cackle. Already salivating, Melissa went out into the kitchen with a potato in her arms.

In fact, potato bread was eaten by commoners, and cooking it yourself was also a nonsense case for aristocrats. So Melissa was disqualified as a noble, but there was no nagging person here to point it out to her.

‘I hope you enjoy the food made today.’

When will this strange cohabitation end?

No one knew who she would be, but Melissa was going to ask him to let her work as a maid in the mansion, even if she could no longer be called her  ‘husband’.

If she could tame his taste buds.

If so, maybe He will just accept it. Melissa didn’t need the money anyway.

I could have lived here for the rest of my life if he had just generously given me one room.

‘When I go back… it’s over, I.’

bang.

As I was slicing the potatoes, I thought I had applied too much force, so the cleaver dug deep into the wooden cutting board.

“Oh my, how?”

I glanced around and turned around, but no one was there who could have seen this side of her.

It also pleased Melissa that no one was there.

The Lancelote mansion is, in many ways, the perfect refuge. After losing this place and returning to the hometown of the Empire, all that was left for Melissa was a true forced marriage.

It is also about to be sold to a ghastly bastard, a 77-year-old, skinny, age-stained man.

‘I can’t.’

Melissa squeezed her wrists and sliced ​​the potatoes.

The oven bakes the bread, so I should enjoy a cup of hot coffee in the meantime. Her husband, who enjoys coffee, had three different types of coffee beans in the warehouse, and thankfully Melissa condone drinking one cup a day. coffee is very expensive

That’s right!

‘Thank you.’

Melissa moved naturally while cooking. The bitter spices were left unconditionally remembered where they were, and the kitchen utensils were left unchanged from when she first came here.

Although it is borrowed to make food, any objects in the house have not been recklessly moved.

Maybe that’s why Melissa felt like air.

I am here and I am breathing, but no can see me.

‘Maybe, that’s why he’s leaving me alone.’

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