“Family men seemed more popular these days. Did these men still exist in this world?”
The wives sympathized with the woman.
Yernia also nodded hard out of sympathy.
Yet, throughout the conversation, Yernia realized again that this meeting wasn’t for her.
“Yernia, we have to go now. We have a lot of things to do.”
“Oh, we have? Well, I’ll be getting up first. Have a good time!”
Cassian had appeared out of nowhere, saving Yernia.
Yernia rushed out of her seat and held Cassian’s outstretched hand, becoming the receiving end of the wives’ envy.
***
Cassian glared at the pot.
The chef behind him broke a sweat, not knowing what to do.
“What’s wrong, Your Grace?”
As soon as he asked, Cassian lifted the ladle.
He suppressed the urge to wring his hands in panic as he wondered why this precious young master had visited the kitchen of Lecardo Mansion while personally clutching the ladle.
“What’s the simplest, most delicious dish to prepare?”
“What?” He asked, his absent-minded gaze fixed on the ladle in Cassian’s hand.
Cassian looked back at the chef.
“I wanted to try cooking. I heard that family men are popular these days.”
“……!”
“Cooking good food seemed to be a good place to start.”
He recalled what the ladies were talking about during the meeting.
It just happened that he overheard the discussion.
Yernia even sympathized that a ‘family-man’ type of husband was popular.
Nothing else mattered to him.
What’s important is that Yernia agreed with liking men like that.
Then, they would be happy living a simple family life.
“First of all, Your Grace, you can simply —-”
“Simple? Are you looking down on me?”
“No, Your Grace. This is your first time cooking, but I know you’re good at everything, of course.”
“Keep talking.”
“Yes, first of all….”
The chef glanced at Cassian.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem bad at it.
He dipped the ladle in the pot and turned it around.
The chef thought about why the Marquis acted like this without a logical explanation.
He didn’t deserve to have the Marquis do anything in the kitchen, so he tried to make the lesson as simple as possible.
“Do you want to move the food I made, Your Grace?”
“Move what?”
Cassian’s brows furrowed.
“First and foremost, we should start making brunch, Your Grace.” The chef quickly switched his words, and the creases on Cassian’s brows loosened.