Please Be A Traitor

Chapter 7

Her father was an easy target but certainly not her fiancée.

‘How can he not have an appetite after training so hard? If he’s 16, he is old enough to chew on food like tteokbokki.’

Or it might be that he was really disgusted to see her face.

‘Can I melt his iron heart with my cuteness?’

She put her palms on her cheeks and blinked with her starry eyes as she met the eyes of the maid in front of her.

“I-I’m sorry! My Lady! Please forgive me!”

The maid fell down before Inaila, her face very pale.

‘I guess not.’

Maybe she was only cute in the eyes of her father.

‘I know I’m not cute, but why are you suddenly scared?’

Yes, she was advancing to complete a non-violent mission.

Or was she not?

She anxiously lifted her eyes at the maid. The maid was staring down at the floor before her, seemingly terrified.

Inaila walked and squatted down in front of her and asked.

“Did His Grace have his dinner?”
“P-Pardon?”
“Didn’t he have his dinner?”
“Ah, n-no, My Lady. His Highness said he wasn’t feeling well.”
“Is he in his room?”
“Y-Yes, His Highness went to his room after his training.”
“I see. Thank you~”

The maid, who was about 20, was so pretty that Inaila couldn’t stop herself from patting her head before she got up.

‘Now, let’s go take a tour of the kitchen!’

***

Karpel always liked dishes with cinnamon.

But Inaila was allergic to cinnamon powder. And it would be very shameful if she sneezed in front of a prince.

So, the chief chef had to avoid preparing any dishes that needed it. It was natural for Karpel to feel disheartened.

If Karpel had liked the dishes, he definitely would have asked for the dessert. But he never did.

She didn’t think about this before.

‘I’m so…I’m so pathetic.’

But her heart that loved Karpel was sincere, even if it was obsessive.

Although she was only 13, it was really drawing the path to the future of them living happily ever after.

However, the problem was that her foolish self believed her happiness was his happiness.

Since he had skipped dinner, it would be really nice if she brought him something that he liked and then console him and ask him for his help.

‘Do they have cinnamon cookies or something? It’ll be fine even if it doesn’t contain any syrup.’

Cinnamon cookies reminded her of the yakgwa with honey and ginger juice in it.

Though it’s origin was different, it tasted the same as cinnamon.

Cookies that were baked in the oven were very delicious. Now that she thought about it, she was already craving to eat a lot of fried yakgwa.

Karpel liked anything with cinnamon in it, so it would fit perfectly.

When she went to the kitchen and explained the recipe to the chef, he seemed reluctant.

“My Lady, if you fry the dough for a short time, it wouldn’t taste good. On top of that, it will be sticky. It will be unfit to eat.”

The chef began to fluster, thinking it would be himself who’d be in trouble if he prepared such inedible cookies.

As far as she remembered, Chef Lee was the fifth replacement.

It wasn’t because the food didn’t suit her taste, but because she wanted to marry Karpel.

It seemed that the chef was choosing his words very carefully since he was already aware of that fact.

She felt terribly guilty. It felt even worse as a restaurant worker in her former life.

‘I’m so sorry, but if I have to stop the inevitable death of my family, I’d have to make yakgwa, right?’
‘I’ll make him the cinnamon cookies if he wants! I’ll pour as much syrup as he wants!’

She pushed the chef out of the kitchen.

‘If you won’t make it, I’ll make it myself! I have to!’

In her previous life, she was a cook.

She didn’t have a degree or certificate, but she had learned it while working as an assistant to a chef in a small restaurant for quite some time.

Since she had started working for three years, she had to go shopping every week with the chef. She was also taught to prepare kimchi and pickled vegetables.

It was from that time that she learned how to cook Yori, a side dish offered in restaurants.

In addition to galbi, the main dish, she had also learned how to make Korean sweets for desserts and fruit syrup.

It had been a while since the retirement of Chief Joo, who was the chef of the restaurant and the person who taught her how to cook.

She was pretty confident in her skills.

A lot of preparations needed to be done in the case of Yakgwa, but it didn’t require that much of ingredients. And she could easily afford whatever she needed.

Of course, her past life and current life were different by a trillion gold. Even if she was born in a different world and lived here for 13 years, she perfectly remembered the procedure.

Everyone gasped when she rolled up the sleeves of her dress.

However, the batter needed to be fried after adding the spices and eggplants. The splashing of hot oil was the most dangerous thing.

She heard the loud voice of her father calling out to her.

“Ina, my princess! If you don’t like the food, I’ll change the chef myself! Why are you……”

She cut off her father’s words, holding the ladle over the stove with both hands and tilting her head in a cute manner.

“Papa, I want to make the dessert for you myself.”

As soon as he fell into the trap of her sparkling eyes, he nodded like a robot.

It might have gotten messy if she told him she was actually making them for Karpel.

She regretted dragging the chef out of the room. So, she had to call for the errand boy, who was doing chores in the kitchen and explained the ingredients.

The other staff of the kitchen gathered around and watched her with bewildered eyes.

Of course, Karpel was nowhere to be seen.

For once, she thought her father would send a group of knights to get rid of the oil pot if it splashed hot oil on her.

She was bothered by the murmurs of the people around her.

‘Please get the hell out of here before I lose my mind.’

She grinned despite her inner thoughts.

“I feel so embarrassed at everyone’s gaze that I want to die by putting my face inside a hot pot. I’ll call you if I need any help, so could you please wait somewhere else?”
“What if you cut your hand, Ina?”
“I won’t let it happen, I promise, papa.”

She began pushing her father.

Honestly, he was the most annoying. He acted like even kneading the dough would harm her.

“Papa, do you not believe your Ina?”
“That’s not what I…..”
“Do you not want to taste my recipe?”

Thanks to her charms, the Duke was eventually driven out of the kitchen. He was no match for her anyway.

Only the errand boy stood idly by her side, who secretly kept reading her countenance.

She picked up a bowl of ginger, which was still covered with soil, that was collected in the midst of the turmoil.

“Shall we squeeze out the juice then?”

The boy’s complexion turned white as he saw her putting them in the juice box.

“Miss, it might be strong, please allow me to squeeze it…..”

“Of course, thank you. Please wash the dirt, peel it, and grind it. But first, wash up your hands.”

The young man’s chest puffed out at her unusual behavior and hurried to do his job as she grumbled,

“What? Will you just stand around? How will you serve me if you just stare at me like that?”

They rarely ate any fried food, so she was worried if there would be any oil for frying. As she was looking around the huge kitchen, her eyes fell on a cabinet full of bottles of different oils. Luckily, she found a bottle of soybean oil among them.

As soon as she opened the cap, the savory salty scent of it reached her nostrils.

But she couldn’t find any bottled honey with which she could make the syrup.

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However, fermenting grain could produce a product that tasted mostly like honey. She thought she could make it taste similar to what she used to eat in her previous life.

She was surprised when she saw the boy, who was squeezing the ginger, come up to her with a bowl in his hand.

He was going to put it in the yakgwa, but she stopped him.

“Aiya, are you not paying attention? Put some oil in it first!”
“I-I beg your pardon?”
“Are you a twit or what?”

For a moment, it felt like she had returned to her hometown where she had grown up in vain. It felt like she had returned to her previous life.