The Young Lady Tames the Main Leads

Chapter 132

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Seeing us like that, the merchant said.

“Haha, you are a good looking couple.”

“……!”

For a moment, I wondered why, but then it came to mind again that we were in our early teens.

Perhaps the merchant had mistaken us for a friendly couple or fiancee.

“We’re not a couple…”

As I unconsciously tried to refute, there was someone who answered faster than me.

“Does it look like that? Thank you.”

It was Jake.

‘No, no matter what, you don’t have to correct it!’

It wasn’t much of a lie, but Jake whispered to me, who was fidgeting for some reason.

“…Mir, you’re in disguise now!”

Oh right. I was.

I closed my mouth.

***

After a while, we wore headbands one by one, and we walked down the street again.

Apparently, the combination of a black robe and a cute animal headband was unusual, and it was quite strange to walk together with six people dressed like that.

‘Somehow, it seems like they don’t really care, except for me.’

I sneakily tried to cover the headband with the hood of my robe.

However, the unicorn horn on the headband was too long to put on the hood, so it failed.

‘……’

I couldn’t help but take off the hood again.

At that moment, I could smell the delicious food that was wafting through my nostrils.

‘What is this smell? Uwaa, I’m hungry.’

Sniff, sniff.

I tenaciously analyzed the smell as if I was a dog.

It turned out that this appetizing smell was none other than stew.

“What is this delicious smell?”

“Oh, truly.”

“Ah, I’m hungry…”

Everyone said a word to each other as I am not the only one who smelled the smell.

In fact, it must have consumed a lot of energy to buy things and walk around.

This artifact that made us adults also felt like it was taking away our stamina slightly.

Our eyes turned to where the smell was coming from.

It was an old and shabby inn. It was small because it was located inside the market.

‘It looks like the stew is being cooked in the restaurant attached to the inn.’

No one spoke, but naturally we shared our gazes and nodded at the same time.

“Let’s go have lunch!”

Cedric exclaimed loudly.

Thanks to this, my rumbling stomach sound was drowned out.

***

“Welcome!”

The owner of the inn, who looked quite rugged, welcomed us contrary to his impression.

It looks like the first floor of the inn is being used as a restaurant, but seeing that it was bustling with people, it must have been a good restaurant.

“It’s my first time in a place like this.”

“How do I order a meal?”

“What’s on the menu? Oh my, is there no course meal?”

We muttered in small voices.

Apparently, everyone didn’t know what to do as they had never ordered food at a restaurant on their own.

‘Hoho, aren’t you all clumsy?’

At times like this, I have to step in.

I’m also wearing a maid outfit by myself, so I’ll have to take on the concept of a maid visiting a restaurant of commoners with nobles.

“Let’s all sit down. The table over there is wide, so let’s go.”

“What? I thought the server was going to guide you.”

Cedric wondered as he remembered the experience of eating out at a high-end restaurant.

I shook my head nervously.

“No. It’s a system where guests directly sit down at the table and order.”

“Really? It’s amazing.”

“Wow, Miss Emir, you said it was your first time coming to a place like this. But how do you know so well? Awesome.”

They all looked at me in admiration with their mouths open.

I was a little embarrassed and scratched my cheek and said,

“Once you place your order, leave it to me!”

“Yes, I’ll trust you.”

Just then, the owner came up to us and asked.

“Are you going to stay at the inn or just eat?”

“We’ll just eat. There are a total of 6 people, and the order is stew and barbecue pork hind legs.”

“Yes, please wait a minute. I will be right back.”

The owner left, and we chatted a little.

It was fortunate that our conversation didn’t seem to get any attention because the surroundings were noisy.

We didn’t have to wait long, as the meal was ready in no time.

It was a stew in a bowl as big as a basin, and a barbecue of pigs of different sizes on iron skewers.

“Wow! It looks delicious!”

“I think the smell we smelled earlier was this stew?”

“Ah, I’m salivating again.”

Everyone was excited about the new dish in front of them and said things.

The stew had just been scooped up and it was still boiling.

The meat looked like it was baked in smoke. The subtle scent of fire and the luster of the flowing oil stimulated the appetite.

Gulp.

I swallowed saliva without realizing it.

“Come on, let’s all eat.”

I scooped out the stew little by little and put it on my personal plate. Then Nicholas asked.

“How do you eat that meat? I don’t have a knife…”

“Ah, that. You just grab that skewer with both hands and eat it.”

“……!”