When my father and I had finished preparing breakfast and I had finished eating my own breakfast.

I heard someone coming downstairs.

Oh, I see, it's time for the guests to come downstairs.

'Tori, you can take care of the guests now.

'Okay.'

Dad says as he slowly ladles a pot of stewed cabbage rolls with tomatoes, the main dish.

The rest of the menu just needs to be stir-fried or heated up. There's not much I can do here.

I quietly follow his advice and head out of the kitchen toward the cafeteria.

Just as I enter the dining room, a man comes down the stairs.

He has golden hair and jade green eyes. His face is chiseled and well-developed, and he looks like a prince.

His slender physique is wrapped in a crisp white cutter shirt and long black trousers. His clothes are made of different material from what I am wearing.

The man walks with a clear expression on his face and flashes his white teeth as if he has noticed me.

Hey, Tori! It's another beautiful morning!

'Yes, Michal. It would have been a much better morning if I didn't have to work in the morning and could have coasted through the day.'

'Ha-ha-ha, you still love to sleep, don't you Tori?

Yes, this prince-like looking man, Michal, is an aristocrat, as you can tell from his clothes, which are different from mine.

The reason why a nobleman is staying at this common inn is because he liked the food I sometimes serve from my previous life.

I think he entered the inn on a whim at first, but since then he likes not only my cooking but also his father's and has been staying here for a long time.

'Good morning, Michal.

Good morning.

Letty and my mother greet Michal as they finish cleaning and checking the dining room.

Then Michal suddenly disappeared from my presence and was in front of my sisters.

Oh! This is Miss Letty and Miss Sierra! You're a hoot and a beauty today! You just woke me up from my drowsiness!''

'Thank you very much!

Unwilling to get dust on his pants, Michal gets down on his knees, shakes Letty's hand and pretends to kiss her instep.

It is an overly exaggerated and awkward line, but when a man like Michal does it, it looks surprisingly good.

Letty and her mother always seem to be happy to receive compliments, or perhaps they are not too full of it.

By the way, Michal does not pretend to kiss the back of Mom's hand. That would make my father jealous.

She is somewhat disappointed that she is not treated like a princess, but this is offset by the fact that she is happy to be yakkied by her father. I'm glad to see that the couple is getting along so well.

What's that? Is this somewhat sour aroma tomatoes?

'That's right. Fresh tomatoes and cabbage. Cabbage rolls with tomatoes are on the main menu this morning.

''That's great! I'll have that for breakfast. Oh, and please bring some bread and your usual red wine to go with it.

Michal says this in a cool manner and sits down at the back of the dining room.

Then he puts on a napkin from his breast pocket and spreads a white cloth from his pants on the table.

Then he starts to equip himself with a shiny silver knife and fork.

The table looks like a table in a fancy restaurant.

This guy is really free.

This is a commoner's inn, and yet he is a customer who does whatever he pleases.

Well, he is always willing to share a table with us even if it is crowded, and he doesn't cause any problems, so we leave him to his own free will to a certain extent.

He is a bit of a picky eater. Even if he is an aristocrat, that's the image we have of him.

I approach the kitchen, dismayed at Mihael who is waiting for the food with his eyes closed.

Dad, one cabbage roll with tomatoes for Michal. With bread and the usual red wine.

'Okay.'

I tell him my order at the pickup counter, and my father in the kitchen quickly prepares it for me.

On the tray, the main dish of cabbage rolls with tomatoes was placed on a large plate, and bread and salad were placed on top.

A bottle of red wine and a glass of wine were added to the tray.

This was a fine red wine that Michal had purchased from somewhere.

I was allowed to take a sip of the wine, which was a very rounded and mellow red wine. It was so good that it made me wonder what kind of red wine I had drunk in my previous life.

I was afraid to ask the price, but I guess it must have cost dozens of gold coins.

I make my way to Michal, careful not to drop the bottle of red wine rather than the main course.

The fine wine makes me nervous and makes the dining room, which should not be so big, seem very spacious.

I manage to reach Michal with my hands almost shaking.

Here you go...' he says.

'Mmm, the tomatoes smell so good!

After setting down the dishes one by one, they put down their wine glasses.

He then holds a glass of fine red wine in one hand and pours it on the spot.

The wine is poured into the wineglass about a quarter of the way up the glass, slightly floating it so that it does not touch the mouth of the wineglass.

When he has finished pouring the right amount, he turns the wine up and twists it with his wrist, wiping it with a cloth to prevent any drops from dripping out.

Tori, you are getting good at pouring wine, aren't you? You even make sure that I can see the label and that there are no drips.

'When someone pours, they say it's beautiful.'

I was just doing what I was told to do, as Michal kept pointing out.

Thanks to him, I think I have learned to pour wine with a certain degree of neatness.

I don't think the son of an innkeeper needs this skill at all.

The only time it really helps me is when I pour for Michal or when I playfully give a woman a performance. Well, it doesn't hurt to have good manners and it's fun.

I can be a waiter in a fancy restaurant with this!

I'm going to take over the inn, so I don't need it. I don't need it because I'm going to take over as an innkeeper. I'm afraid I'll get tired and weary at a place that requires such manners and elegance. I'd rather relax like this, talking to customers and taking it easy.

'I see. But if you need anything else, just let me know, okay? I can introduce you to a waiter if you like.'

'Thank you.

Is this half-joking, half-serious? Anyway, I'm sure Michal is doing me a favor, so I thank her.

'Well, let's have it then!

Michal holds up a fork and knife as if to say, "I'm done talking.

Then he started to cut up the cabbage rolls, the main dish.

The knife, shining silver, is buried in the cabbage. The cabbage, which had become tender after being cooked, easily passed through the knife, exposing the meat inside.

Michal's eyes lit up at the sight as he deftly maneuvered his knife and fork to cut the cabbage into pieces that were easy to eat.

He then stabbed a bite-size piece with a fork and popped it into his mouth.



'Mmm! The tender cabbage, the acidity of the tomatoes, and the delicious flavor of the meat overflowing are irresistible!

Michal puts the cabbage rolls into his stomach with a clink clink clink as he expresses his thoughts with an ecstatic expression on his face.

It seems that he liked it.

Father was smiling at him in the kitchen, as if he was listening to Mihael's satisfaction.

As a cook, I'm always happy when someone eats something that looks delicious.