Chương 81: A FOX'S INSTINCT

"PRINCE NERO, I didn't know that chicken could taste this good," Rubin told her with a bright smile on his face. Thank goodness he looked like a normal little boy now. By that, she meant that he finally didn't look like he had the whole universe on his tiny shoulders. "These chicken poppers are so good. The fries, too."

Neoma smirked proudly. "I know, right?"

To be honest, chicken wasn't a popular protein in the empire. It took the royal chef a while before he was able to perfect the dish up to her standards. She rejected the earlier versions that he made because he tried to make the chicken too fancy.

I mean, chicken is a comfort food.

Back in her second life in Korea, she used to order fried chicken with beer. It was already perfect as it was, no need to make it fancy to suit a noble's standard.

"Thank you for giving me the chance to have a taste of the palace's new dish," Rubin said with a shy smile. "I loved it, Your Royal Highness."