Chapter 12 - The Fragrance of Porridge
"It's delicious..."
What was this dish? It wasn't much to look at—thick and translucent, resembling a soup yet distinct from one. A single spoonful sent a wave of relief through me, and my expression must have softened, for Samuel's tense shoulders finally relaxed.
"This is called porridge," he explained.
"Porridge? I've never heard of it. Where is it from?"
"...It's a dish from the East. Rice is relatively common in the surrounding countries, so it's easy to acquire."
"It's my first time eating it, but I've heard of rice. People in the city eat it, don't they? Fried or in soups?"
"Indeed, those are the most common ways to prepare it in these parts."
"But this is different?"
The simple flavor, a delicate balance of saltiness and sweetness, seemed to seep into my very soul. Usually, I would dip bread into soup, but the heavy seasoning often made it difficult to eat much. This porridge, however, had only the faintest hint of seasoning. Perhaps that was why I could stomach it.
"This porridge is seasoned more simply than usual, and I've used a higher ratio of water," Samuel said.
"Is that so?"
"Yes. As your appetite returns, we can increase the amount of rice and add fish, vegetables, or eggs. I'll also prepare other gentle dishes, like simmered vegetables. We'll gradually increase the portions so your body can adjust."
In the three days since Samuel had arrived, the head chef had been skeptical of this man and his mysterious concoctions. However, the unique seasonings and ingredients had quickly piqued the curiosity of the other kitchen staff. According to Sarah, despite his intimidating appearance, Samuel was humble and always the first to lend a hand to a servant in need. It seemed he would fit into the Marcel household in no time.
Though the portion was small, I finished it in an instant, even finding myself wishing for a little more.
"I think I could eat a bit more."
"No, let's take it slow. These are ingredients you aren't used to, and it wouldn't do to make you feel unwell again."
"You're right. Thank you, Samuel."
I felt a pang of guilt for the chefs who had worked so hard before, only for me to leave their meals untouched. "Being able to enjoy a meal is a wonderful thing, isn't it?"
Samuel's narrow eyes crinkled as he gave a joyful smile. "I believe that as long as food is delicious, a person can find the strength to keep living."
"Fufu, I look forward to your future meals."
"Yes, Ojou-sama. I'll take my leave. Please let me know if you need anything."
I had never truly considered the importance of food before. Delicious meals had always been laid out before me as a matter of course. A small laugh escaped my lips. My world really was so small. Even now, confined to this single room, the world within me was expanding rapidly.
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I had just finished my second book of the day when Sarah placed a cup of tea on my desk.
"Ojou-sama, your complexion has improved significantly."
"Yes, Samuel's cooking is truly miraculous! I actually find myself getting hungry when mealtime approaches."
"That is wonderful news."
Since then, my intake had gradually increased, and I could spend more time sitting up. I still got a bit winded moving between the bed and the desk, but I felt much better.
"By the way, I heard His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will be visiting after the academy today."
"Oh? It's been two weeks, hasn't it? He mentioned in his letter that he was traveling to an allied nation on behalf of His Majesty."
"Indeed. Perhaps His Highness was eager to see you, Ojou-sama?"
"Eager to see me? The Prince?"
I couldn't imagine it. It was true that he had shown more varied expressions lately, but it felt more like he was teasing me for his own amusement. Still, I owed him a debt of gratitude for sending Samuel when I had no appetite. I must make sure to thank him properly.