Chapter 73: The Princess’s Meal (4)
The attendants entered with practiced steps, each holding a plate in one hand.
One, two, ten... the dishes kept coming. The sheer number was astonishing.
What on earth did he prepare?
Even for a royal banquet, it was rare to have more than five or six dishes. But here, the scent of each dish was distinct and layered, teasing her nose with a mélange of unfamiliar aromas.
Just as Asella’s confusion deepened, the attendants surrounding her and Ambrosia moved in perfect unison, setting the dishes down like a choreographed military formation.
By the time her anticipation reached its peak, the silver lids were lifted, and steam gently wafted upward.
“Huh?”
But the moment she saw what was inside, her expression froze.
There was no steak, no familiar fare—just a colorful array of vegetables, some of which looked better suited for livestock feed.
The presentation was beautiful, she had to admit. The bite-sized portions, each arranged with careful artistry, resembled miniature paintings.
The problem was that eighty percent of it was greenery.
What the hell is this?