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It was hard to argue after hearing something like that. But I told her to be careful next time, and she agreed.

 

Of course, she did not sound very sincere. It was likely that she wouldn’t change at all.

But maybe I was being paranoid.

This world was not as rich with food.

 

God would be angry if we threw away food that had fallen on the ground. That was her view and it made sense.

 

And so I let the matter slide and prepared the dishes.

Jeanne looked at them and gasped in surprise.

What was so surprising? She asked. Apparently, she was not used to seeing men prepare the table.

 

“How very advanced. What a gentleman.”

 

She exclaimed.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t too usual in her world.

 

And this world was not too different from the medieval one she had come from. Culture and learning had had not advanced much. And so men who did such things were still in the minority.

 

“You are very perceptive, Demon King. You will make a good husband.”

 

She declared.

 

I wasn’t so sure about that. In any case, I would be the first Demon King to taste her cooking. Several minutes later, the Pot-au-feu was ready.

 

It was served in the bowls and placed on the table.

It was seasoned with salt.

A simple dish that made use of the flavor of the vegetables and meat.

And that alone was enough to be delicious.

I had watched her the whole time, and aside from her method of cutting vegetables, she did not do anything that was terribly abnormal.

She didn’t use sugar, vinegar or anything else that was unnecessary.

As long as you stuck to the recipe, anyone could make this successfully.

And so I took a bite without really worrying about it. And it was good.

The natural sweetness of the vegetables and the flavorful juices from the meat.

Jeanne brought her face close to mine and asked, ‘is it good?’

I was honest.

 

“It is. The best Pot-au-feu in the world.”

 

She smiled then. And her face shone like the stars of the night sky.

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