Part I: Meals
I saw something unfamiliar in front of me.
Is this what people call cuisine? I thought.
As I look at the head of some animal in front of me filled with moistness, soup.
"This is turtles. Mr White." told the head chef after seeing my expression looked confused.
"The sea..." I said. My face when darkened.
My eyes began to turn to examine other dishes.
"If Master doesn't have any appetite for the dishes today, would you like to try the other recipe I'd try this morning?" she asks while smiling. Perhaps she was excited for me to try her other food experiment.
"Explain all the dishes on the table, head chef."
"For this afternoon's dishes, I provided Master with baked beans, three slices of loaf bread, turtle soup, and a glass of grapes wine," explained her.
"Beans."
As a cat's appetite, this is not what I desire.
"Correct," she replied.
I looked at her and brooded.
This family has bakeries and a restaurant, but the food looks distasteful. Maybe it is nice to have her as my culinarian.
"Then, bring me your recipes."
Part II: Study
As soon as they left me alone in my room the other day, I started to think I needed to study this world.
I acknowledge that I can't leave this body because this is my actual life right now.
But, it seems I couldn't find the library. I remember there were a lot of books inside it. The room should have been right next to the stairs on the second floor.
"Mr White, Master." Suddenly, someone approaches me from downstairs.
Blonded hair.
To think there is a maid who has blonde hair. Well, she might be some noble lady from another lineage whom the old lady took in.
"Yes, I am," I said as I looked at her walking up the stairs.
"What are Master doing here early in the morning, perhaps at dawn?" asked her.
"I was trying to find a library."
"Pardon me, Mr White. Our library was been destroyed a few years ago to build a study room for Mrs Matilda because the old study room has been used as a laundry room," explains her calmly.
Come to think of it, her study room was very close to the back of the house where the workers cleaned the clothes and everything.
Reasonably. Why in this lifetime feel the same but different at the same time?
As I looked at her, she looked worried. Might be because of me acting like I lost my memory.
Or maybe she thinks I'm foolish.