Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 25
Seeing Blanc having no motivation like this, my throat felt tight.
“Blanc, there are many reasons in this world for you to keep on living.”
“I’ll make one with you, a reason.”
Blanc had one remaining year. We’d be able to get out of the tower by then.
Now, after leaving this place, I’ve decided to spend the rest of my time traveling the world with Blanc.
And I would be there by his side as he’d endure the pain of the metamorphosis.
In fact, I even entertained the thought of becoming his contractor, but it was a little scary. I couldn’t imagine going through that much pain—enough to die.
There was a conflict within me.
The desire to save Blanc and the desire to live a long life.
Even though I had transmigrated in a book, I signed a contract with Albert so that I could live.
“Let’s go on a trip.”
A building owner wouldn’t have to stay in one place. Regardless of where I went, money would continue to pour into my account.
Albert wasn’t in my future plans, of course.
…And this was the biggest error in my plans.
At this time, I didn’t expect just how much he would change the moment we went outside.
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After a tearful conversation with Blanc, I started making chicken.
First, I brought out the chicken that had already been cut to pieces and washed with water.
After slicing more cuts on the clean chicken, I dipped the meat in a bowl full of milk. It was to remove the odor.
Korean fried chicken wasn’t a dish that I made a lot.
Rather than get splattered by oil and get the kitchen dirty, the best method was to buy chicken. So I had only ever tried making chicken twice before.
But I couldn’t possibly forget how to make chicken, now could I? It’s fortunate that I could remember the recipe in this world. There were no fried chicken restaurants here after all.
It took me a while—about an hour—to marinate the chicken. I took a nap with Blanc at that time.
Blanc was lying down on the bed I prepared for him, while I leaned against the wall.
Having some sleep in a place where Albert couldn’t enter was somehow peaceful. I seriously thought about moving my bed here.
After waking up after a nice nap, I started seasoning the chicken, though my face was a bit disheveled.
When I finished seasoning with salt, pepper and minced garlic, there was a necessary waiting time again.
Here’s the reason I’m too lazy to make chicken: it’s good to eat, but it took such a long time to make.
Time is gold. So I made up my mind.
I’ll seduce Seo Ina with money once I get out of here.
With so so so much money that it would be hard for her to refuse.
Oh, but Albert would like Seo Ina’s food, too. And… Would I be able to beat his wealth…?
I shook my head, agonizing over useless worries. I’ll think about that later. Delicious dinner first.
I decided to have some french fries to munch on while waiting for the chicken. Ah, if I were to be ambitious with it, I’m not making it properly.
After peeling some potatoes, I cut them up as though they were shredded.
Anyway, I poured a lot of oil into the pot to make chicken today, and that oil wouldn’t disappear once I used it. It’s only right to be efficient.
The cut up potatoes were placed on one side.
The time has finally come to coat the marinated chicken with the batter.
Well, in this world, there’s actually no store that was selling frying powder, so I was using flour this time.
After I seasoned the flour moderately, I adjusted the concentration by adding water.
Batter that was neither too thin nor too thick was what made chicken a success. If fried chicken didn’t have batter, it couldn’t be called fried chicken.
Putting some flour in another bowl, I added the chicken parts that I had marinated earlier.
After that, I moved them around in the bowl to coat them with the batter evenly.
The oil in the pot was already boiling.
I placed the bowl of chicken and the bowl of fries at one side of the pot. Sweltering heat reached my face.
Blanc looked at me as I fanned my face with my hands, then he went closer to me.
It seemed like he was fanning my face with his paws, too.
I didn’t feel any air at all, but I’m happy just to receive Blanc’s sincerity!
“Ah, it’s so cool now.”
At what I said, Blanc giggled and fanned harder.
Now then, after watching Blanc for a while, I put some of the chicken into the oil.
The chicken began to fry, accompanied by a sizzling sound.
Bubbles went up on the oil and blurred the surroundings with the light smoke that flowed in the air. It felt like I was listening to an ASMR.
Good, good. This pleasant sound was enough to relieve my stress.
Because the inside needed to be cooked properly, I took out all the chicken after frying them once.
I stabbed the parts with a fork to check if they’re cooked well, then fried them once more. Straight into the oil they went.
Good fried chicken must be fried at least twice to taste good.
It took a long while to fry all the chicken, but I was proud to see them leave the pot and have a golden appearance.
Was this why people cooked?
It was strange to feel emotions welling up in me that I’d never once felt while I was living in the modern world. It was only now when I transmigrated in this book.
Along with some french fries, the perfect chicken combination was now complete.
In fact, my favorite flavor was spicy chicken, but I couldn’t add red pepper paste to it yet, so I replaced the flavor with soy sauce. I also liked the soy sauce chicken at Ky*chon.
Half soy sauce flavored, half regular fried.
Korean fried chicken—my secret weapon—was now complete.
The batter wasn’t perfectly in between thick and thin, but I still felt a sense of accomplishment.
Placing the chicken in a bowl, I handed over one to Blanc first.
After taking a bite, Blanc’s eyes twinkled.
“What’s thiiis…? It’s yummyyy…”
I looked at Blanc happily and gave him a chicken leg.
Blanc, do you know what it means for one person to give you a chicken leg?
As I glanced over at the clock, it was only then that I realized that it was already 7 o’clock. I handed over one more chicken wing to Blanc, then went up.