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37 Conrad 3
I hummed as I went to the kitchen and asked if I could use a corner of the kitchen so I wouldn't disturb the cooks.
However, when the cooks heard my request, they looked at me with obvious alarm.
When I saw the cooks expressing their disbelief, I remembered. 'Oh, that's right.'
That's right, that's right.
I was an arrogant daughter of a marquis, and because I was selfish not only at school but also at the marquis's residence, everyone shunned me.
Seeing the wary expressions on the chefs' faces, I realized that this relationship needs to be improved first.
The day after the memories of my previous life returned, I was alone in my room and remembered the words I swore to myself.
'Let's change our arrogant attitude, don't attack anyone, don't pick a fight, and become a pacifist.'
'When your plan doesn't go well and you're exiled, try not to make enemies so that people won't drag you down by saying, "I didn't like him before.'' '
---That's right. I remember. That's what I promised myself.
In my previous life, I thought this every time I saw news about corruption.
I feel like every case of bad news about people comes with an 'acquaintance of the corrupt person'.
And those acquaintances talk about the daily lives of corrupt people in front of the media.
“I thought that person would fuck me someday. Because ...''
This one! The people around me are this reserve army of 'acquaintances'.
One day, they will appear! You can see the chefs and the maids working at the mansion happily talking to the neighbors.
“I thought the young lady would definitely be condemned someday! ”
"That young lady's selfishness and arrogance are unparalleled! ! ”
No way.
It would be fine if I was just condemned, but I don't want to hear funny rumors after that.
It's still okay. It shouldn't be too late now.
I'll try to improve my image.
Thinking so, I turned to the cooks and smiled.
But even though I smiled, none of the cooks smiled back.
On the contrary, as soon as I told them I wanted to use oil, they gave me a look of obvious annoyance.
Wow. I'm the only daughter of the their employer.
But then, I remembered how cruel Luciana's attitude to them to have them to look at her with obvious annoyance.
...No, I remember it.
Luciana is me, so I remember everything I've ever done.
Yes...I did some things...
I'd make the chef remake the entire menu for the night because it included a vegetable I didn't like.
"Everything on today's menu has the smell of vegetables, which I hate! It's not very edible, so make it all again!"
...No matter how you think about it, it's an excuse.
Different chefs are in charge of appetizers, soups, main dishes, etc., so there's no way the smell of the vegetables on one plate will be transferred to all the dishes.
I'm sure the cooks thought so too, but there was no way anyone could say anything back, so they just silently followed my words.
At that time, I was basically eating by myself. I didn't have any family members to stop me from my actions.
Although the chefs of those days did not say anything in their mouths, their facial expressions must have revealed their repulsion, just as they do now.
And I didn't even notice.
This was because Luciana thought of the people working at the Marquis's mansion as little more than tools, and didn't pay any attention to the chef's expressions.
Yes, she is definitely a selfish, selfish young lady.
I completely understand the feelings of chefs who want to distance themselves from me as much as possible.
After all, you never know what kind of trouble you'll get into. It's best not to get involved!
……I can't help it. The current situation is self-inflicted.
Thinking of this, I asked modestly, trying to at least avoid any further backlash.
"If I get hurt while cooking, it's my own fault. Of course, I won't blame anyone, so let me use this place for a little while, okay?"
I try my best to smile, thinking that smiling is the basis of human relationships.
After staring at the cooks for a while with a smile on my face, the head chef seemed to have lost his nerve and grumbled.
"...Please don't get hurt."
"I promise."
I smiled and took out some vegetables from the wooden box in the corner of the kitchen.
"I'll get this, okay?"
No response from anyone.
However, I'm sure the chefs are listening to me because their eyes are focused on me.
I picked up some vegetables: potatoes, carrots, and pumpkin, understanding that the lack of objection meant I was given permission to use them.
Rinse with water and the skin will begin to peel.
Snacks for a 3-year-old were meant to be complementary meals, right?
In other words, the important role of snacks is to help infants who cannot eat a lot at once, to increase the number of meals they eat and gradually absorb nutrients into their bodies.
So snacks don't necessarily have to be sweet.
Although it might not match Con-chan's wishes.
With this in mind, I cut the peeled vegetables into thin slices.
For now, I decided to try making some vegetable chips today.
It's as simple as slicing vegetables thinly, frying them, and adding salt.
Staying in the kitchen for long periods of time with all the attention of the chefs can be mentally draining, so I chose to do something that didn't take long.
Since the ingredients are vegetables, I think it's good for Con-chan's body as well.
I was chopping these vegetables quickly when I heard a voice from behind me.
"...Oh, you can use a knife! Huh, why are you so good at it!?"
When I turned around, the head chef was standing right behind me, looking at my work.
"Eh, no, it's not at all worth the praise of a professional. I'm just making snacks for Conrad, so it's simple."
“…Eh, are you making snacks for Conrad?”
The head chef seemed surprised.
No, I'm the one who's surprised.
No matter how young he may be, he is the son of a marquis.
So, what's with calling him "Conrad''?
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