Russell sighed inwardly, lowered his head to look at the little duck who was clearly starving, and could only roll up his sleeves.
"How about I cook today?"
"Oh, sir, did you make this?"
"I can make borscht. If you don't want that, I can look up recipes and learn something else."
"I can serve as an orderly."
The girl, who was probably not even taller than the stove, raised her hand as she spoke.
Ah...
An orderly? What was that supposed to be?
He wasn't an officer, so why would he need to keep an orderly?
Russell scratched his head.
Still, seeing how eager the girl looked, he nodded.
"All right. From now on, you're my orderly."
"But this time, I'll still take the lead. You can learn from the side and help out."
"Mm-hmm!"
A smile bloomed across the girl's face.
This was the first time in his life he had seen someone voluntarily take on more work.
The one big and one small pair searched for the kitchen area where Rita cooked, then began preparing the ingredients.
Russell planned to make potato stew with meat, grilled steak, South African egg, and creamy pasta.
Frankly, it sounded elegant, but it only sounded elegant.
In reality, there was not much technical skill involved.
Even so, Russell muttered to himself while cooking—he had come from a staunch feudal counterrevolutionary class and had hardly ever cooked for himself. Other people had basically always prepared his meals.
Even with dishes this simple, he still hesitated while making them.
Therefore—
As if possessed by an Indian brother, Russell frantically tossed huge amounts of spices from the Age of Gods into the pot.
Before long, an enticing fragrance spread through the air and gradually drifted into the master bedroom on the second floor.
On