Chapter 74: 74 Exchange of reincarnation princess.

Peel the potatoes and gouge the buds with the jaws.

I felt the gaze when I was doing that work monotonously. When I raise my face, Paul meets my eyes.

Why is it being seen? My way, something strange?

Tilt your head to tell your question.

"I'm used to it. I'm surprised."

Paul put his hand on his chin and muttered as if impressed.

Oh, is that there?

I told you to help me. If you're supposed to do things you can't do, you're out of luck.

Paul shook his hand in front of his face in a hurry to see if such a subtle feeling had appeared on his face.

"I wasn't skeptical, but I expected it to be a bit awkward."

"Is it because I am a child?"

"No, if you were just a young lady, there were many children who helped their mothers while also training their brides. Instead, I thought this lady was a good young lady."

"!"

Wiggling.

The body jumped as if a current ran.

I had a very easy-to-understand reaction, but Paul didn't notice it and was misleading and laughed.

"Why, why did you think so?"

The hairstyle and clothes were based on a girl from Ichii. I'll be careful not to be too polite. … Well, the inside is originally rough, so you may not be too worried about that area.

"What does she mean? ... she has gestures and facial expressions. She has a good attitude."

I was told for the first time that there was an article.

If you're happy but not happy, admonish yourself.

"And the hands are beautiful, so I decided to judge myself as a young lady who had never done water work."

hand……! Hand!

I certainly do very little washing. When I change my mind, I use the kitchen to clean up, but once a month or twice a month.

Watering and tinkering in the greenhouse are not as rough as your hands.

Even if your hands get rough, you can be polished up by competent maids.

"But if it's good, this lady can't peel potatoes."

Paul laughed brilliantly, but I seemed to be twitching. Cold sweat permeated my comedy that dries a dry laugh.

"I'm surprised that a pretty lady becomes such a valuable force. Look, this thin skin is artistic."

I picked up the peeled potato skin, and Kurt made her eyes shine.

I'm glad to be praised, but I'm afraid of rags.

Klaus turned his gaze with the meaning of following up and nodded at Kurt's words with a smile.

Why are you reacting like a grandpa praised for your granddaughter !?

That ’s not the case! Can you read the air for a moment?

While looking over the escort who could not communicate, I longed for someone to divert the story, at that time.

The kitchen door opened and Mr. Yang, who carried the ingredients with one hand, returned.

"You guys, don't play with your lady!"

Yan applauds and the two return to work. Paul is at the top of the kitchen, but the power relationship seems to be slightly different.

Well, anyway, the story was deviated and saved.

"Mary!"

"What?"

I stroked my chest with relief, and I was called out by the voice of a woman and my eyes were rounded.

"Are you here? I couldn't find it even if I searched for it."

"Bianca!"

Following Yan-san, Bianca was the one who came into the kitchen. On the way back from the warehouse, he met. He learned that Bianca was looking for me and gave me guidance.

"I got impatient because I couldn't see anywhere else."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, I don't need to apologize.

Bianca, who laughed and said that, had surely changed her clothes when she was on board.

Until a while ago, it was a neat dark blue one-piece figure. But now Bianca has a hemp shirt, a dark brown gilet, and black pants and black boots.

The undulating rich black hair is bundled together in the section.

"The clothes ..."

No matter how you look, you are dressed as a man.

Beautiful-aged beauty wears men's clothing. At first glance, it looks unbalanced, but strange ...

"Do you look good?"

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"Yes, very much."

Rather, it ’s too scary to look good.

Bianca's outfit, which she has never seen in game stills, looks dignified and cool, and seems to open strange doors.

I heard Bollka's glossy lips smiled in the air when I heard my true intention that she spilled.

"Thank you. I'm most happy to have you say that."

Becomes a bewitching smile and is intimidated.

But soon, her smile disappeared. By the back of Claus, who broke between me and Bianca.

"……What do you mean?"

Bianca's voice changes to a low and hard one.

"What are you going to do?"

The voice of Klaus is also hard.

I felt like the air in the room dropped once or twice. Rub your arms warm.

"I want you not to get between me and Mary. It's in the way."

"It's a very self-evident statement because I've been on board even though I wasn't called.

"I want to say I am"

"This is a kitchen. It's not a good place to have people who don't help."

You can not say. I wanted to sneak in but didn't say it.

It was none other than me who stopped Klaus who was willing to help.

But I don't think it's a good line just to watch my work.

"Do you need help?"

Puffin and Bianca screamed and uttered.

"Did Mary peel the potatoes?"

Bianca pushes away Claus and approaches me.

She looked into my hand, picked up a potato and turned his eyes toward Paul.

"Sailor. Can I help?"

"... Oh, yeah. If a beautiful woman can help, I'm welcome."

Paul, who was watching the exchange between Klaus and Bianca, stunned and nodded.

His smile was twitching, but Bianca sat down, pulling a nearby chair without any worries.

"I'm not very good at cooking, but I'll do my best. Thanks, Marie."

Even Bianca, who does everything perfectly and is full of confidence, says such humility.

I had a time when I thought so.

Picking a pot to put the skin of potatoes, two people face each other and start work, only 3 seconds. Of course, the sound resounded, and my eyes were rounded.

When you drop your gaze into the tub, a potato split in half is rolling in the tub.

The hand probably slipped and fell. The potato, which has been cut into quarters, rolls into my field of view.

My thoughts, which stopped my extended hand to pick up the potatoes, also stopped.

that's strange. I was asked if I was peeling potatoes.

Did you misunderstand whether the potatoes were cut into pieces?

Goron.

While I was escaping from reality, an additional one-eighth size potato rolled into the tub.

"Bianca !?"

"e?"

In contrast to me, who looks desperate, Bianca's eyes are rounded and her neck is tilted. Mysterious expression is pretty. However, her eyes are more than her eyes.

It's a chopped potato rather than a peeled potato.

"The potato ..."

In front of me searching for words to continue, the potato was cut in half.

"I stripped one."

On the palm of Bianca, who tells her with a smile, there are all the dice-sized potatoes.

After holding my eyes, I smiled with a warm smile.

"Bianca, can you leave it to me?"

"Well, why?"

"I like peeling potatoes and dying so much. I love peeling as much as my hobby.

So please. Be quiet.

Did you get swallowed by my momentum with a laugh? I don't know if he cares for me with a fixed eye. No, Bianca gave me a slight nod.

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