I followed the system map’s guidance and made my way to the kitchen on the first floor.
“Wow! This place is amazing!”
The kitchen greeted me with chunks of vividly colored meat hanging from the ceiling, sorted by cut, and baskets overflowing with freshly harvested vegetables. The cooking tools were abundant, and there was an impressive variety of spices.
So, I can use all of this as I please? Perfect!
Honestly, I liked the kitchen even more than the Countess’s bedroom. Filled with motivation, I tied on an apron and rolled up my sleeves.
Rule number two: The Countess must wholeheartedly prepare and serve meals to her guest.
I may not be confident in other things, but this is something I can handle.
For the next 15 days of confinement, I planned to make sure Reed was well-fed.
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In a room where darkness lingered even…
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