village girl › nct 2018

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3RD PERSONS VIEW。

.   .    .   .a few hours earlier.   .   .   .

"please don't create a ruckus when we talk to mrs kang." minseok pleaded towards the princes as they entered the dining hall, where the king and queen were already present.

the boys nodded at their tutor and took their seats. jaemin sighed and rested his chin on the palm of his hands, "is she gonna be here?" he whispered to himself as he looked down at the table.

"na jaemin, fix your posture." the king instantly scolded him making him flinch and bow.

"i'm sorry." jaemin apologized and regretted doing that.

renjun snickered, "that's what you get for dozing off."

"shut up, injun."

most of the princes were nervous upon meeting the cooks. some had high hopes that they'll face the girl they've been dying to see for days now, but those hopes got crushed when the cooks were finally sent in.

"she's not here?" donghyuck utters as he eyed each cook.

mrs kang stood upon them and bowed towards the royalty, her workers following her. "it's a pleasure to get invited once again to cater for your grand ball, your majesty."

lady misun smiled, "we're glad to have you cater for our grand ball again, mrs kang. the princes requested for your dishes, actually."

some of them snapped their heads towards lady misun but the queen just shrugged them off.

"is this the pamphlet of recipes you've prepared?" the king questioned as they were all given each a pamphlet.

"yes, your highness. there are sets included."

"oh?" lady misun hummed and stared at a certain cook that was written down in the pamphlet. she smiles upon seeing her recipes. "is this cook present here?" she looks up at mrs kang.

"which cook, your majesty?"

"min jaeyoung."

hearing the familiar name, majority of the princes couldn't help but shot their heads up in confusion and shock. others froze upon hearing the name and pondered why lady misun asked such question.

mrs kang let out a small chuckle, covering her mouth, "i'm sorry, but jaeyoung's at school at the moment."

chenle frowned at this and nudged jisung's hand under the table. jisung craned his head slowly towards the older, giving a confused look, "what?" he mouthed.

chenle widens his eyes, "does mother know about her?" he mouths back.

jisung shrugs and was about to say something when kun, who was in front of the two, cleared his throat, eyeing both of them to stop.

the two youngest princes pouted and sat back. renjun, on the other hand, irked as he flipped through the pamphlet, seeing the girl's name written down, along with her recipes.

jaemin pursed his lips in amusement as he stared at doyoung with a wide grin. the older stared back, his eyes squinted, annoyed by jaemin's actions.