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Useful Crispy Rice Crust
쓸모 있는 누룽지
VILLAGE / DISTRICT“Marriage to the Minister of the Center’s illegitimate daughter?
It seems the Minister thinks lightly of me.”Gyoheum narrowed his eyes and smiled.
If the Minister planned to dump a seven-month-born illegitimate daughter on him,
then he would use SorAn to ruin the Minister in return.First—he would make her fall deeply for him.
“Please try this, my lady.”Gyoheum smiled kindly, but he smelled strongly of bitter herbal medicine. Because of that, SorAn knew he disliked her.And that was strange. Kind people always smelled like sweet syrup, and indifferent people smelled like cold wind…“Why must we sleep separately? We are husband and wife.”Gyoheum showed a gentle face—but she smelled cold wind from him.“You don’t need to be of any use, my lady.”He spoke with an indifferent face—but she smelled sweet syrup.And at some point, the bitter smell had completely disappeared from him. Were his words just now sincere? Did he no longer dislike her? …Or—could it be that he, he… liked her?That thought shattered her world. Crack—like a hard rock splitting apart. Like striking a fragile egg thousands and thousands of times.This is the story of SorAn, who was always treated as useless, finally becoming a prized egg, a special egg, even a royal egg.
“Please try this, my lady.”Gyoheum smiled kindly, but he smelled strongly of bitter herbal medicine. Because of that, SorAn knew he disliked her.And that was strange. Kind people always smelled like sweet syrup, and indifferent people smelled like cold wind…“Why must we sleep separately? We are husband and wife.”Gyoheum showed a gentle face—but she smelled cold wind from him.“You don’t need to be of any use, my lady.”He spoke with an indifferent face—but she smelled sweet syrup.And at some point, the bitter smell had completely disappeared from him. Were his words just now sincere? Did he no longer dislike her? …Or—could it be that he, he… liked her?That thought shattered her world. Crack—like a hard rock splitting apart. Like striking a fragile egg thousands and thousands of times.This is the story of SorAn, who was always treated as useless, finally becoming a prized egg, a special egg, even a royal egg.
