One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 139: Why was meat his biggest concern?!

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Why was meat his biggest concern?!

"It will taste bad regardless," Min-jae said. "Medicinal food always does."

She shot him a glare over her shoulder. "So you are not allowed to complain."

Yura barely made it two steps into the kitchen before realizing she was not alone.

Several maids were already moving about the space, one kneading dough near the long table, another tending to a pot simmering over the hearth, and a third sorting vegetables into neat baskets.

Conversation hushed the moment Yura entered, eyes flicking toward her and then quickly away.

She paused, then straightened her back.

"Good afternoon," she said, tone polite but brisk. "I need the smaller pot. The one for tonics."

One of the older maids nodded at once and retrieved it from the shelf, placing it in front of her without question.

News of Min-jae’s condition had already spread quietly through the household, even if the reason had not.

Yura set her bundles down, carefully unwrapping them on the counter. Saar followed her in and took position a short distance away, standing near the wall, presence solid but unobtrusive.

His gaze swept the room once before settling back on Yura.

The maids watched with thinly veiled curiosity as Yura rinsed the roots and laid them out.

Her movements were careful, deliberate, nothing like the frantic girl who had stormed out earlier.

"This is for my brother.." Yura said, not looking up. "It is a light tonic. Please do not add anything to it."

"Yes, young lady," one of the maids replied immediately.

Yura sliced the Ninjin into thin pieces, placing them into the pot, then added water.

She moved with confidence now, explaining only when necessary.

"It needs to warm slowly," she said. "Too much heat will ruin it."

The fire was adjusted at once.

Saar watched from the side, arms folded. "You sound as though you’ve done this many times."

Yura snorted softly. "I have. Just not... here."

As the tonic began to warm, a faint, earthy scent spread through the kitchen. It was mild, not sharp, and one of the maids inhaled unconsciously.

"That smells... calming," she said.

"It’s meant to," Yura replied. "If it smells strong, it’s wrong."

She stirred once, then covered the pot, letting it steep.

The kitchen returned to its quiet rhythm, the maids resuming their work, though their attention lingered on Yura and the small pot by the fire.

After a few minutes, Yura lifted the lid, inspected the color, and nodded.

"That’s enough."

She poured the tonic into a small cup, waiting patiently as it cooled. When she finally covered it with a cloth, she let out a slow breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Saar pushed off the wall. "You look calmer."

"I am," Yura said quietly. "Now that I’ve done something useful."

She picked up the cup carefully.

"Let’s take it to him," she said. "Before he pretends he’s perfectly fine and ignores his own body."

Saar stepped aside to let her pass, falling into step beside her as they left the kitchen, the maids watching them go in silence.

Yura moved through the corridors with careful steps, both hands wrapped around the cup as if it were something fragile. The steam had faded, but the warmth lingered against her palms.

Saar walked beside her in silence, his pace adjusted to match hers without being asked.

They reached the study just as Min-jae was closing a ledger. He looked up at the sound of the door and immediately frowned.

"What are you carrying," he asked.

"A miracle," Yura replied flatly, walking in anyway. "Sit."

Min-jae raised a brow before realising Yura had already finished the tonic.

She placed the cup on the desk in front of him.

The scent reaching him first.

It was mild, earthy and fortunately not unpleasant to his nose.

Min-jae hesitated, then lifted it and took a careful sip.

He froze.

"...This..." he said slowly, "is not terrible."

Yura did not let him finish the cup.

Just as Min-jae tilted it again, she reached out and lightly tapped the rim. "That’s enough."

He looked up at her. "I thought you just said—"

"I said it helps," she cut in. "Not that you should drink it like tea."

She took the cup from his hand and set it aside, clearly satisfied.

He wasn’t feeling nauseus anymore but tomic did help him calm down.

Min-jae frowned slightly. "I’m not nauseous anymore."

"I know," Yura said. "That’s why you’re not drinking it now."

She turned the cup slowly, watching the liquid settle. "This was just a test. To see if your body accepts it."

He paused, then understood. "So you’re keeping it for later."

"Yes," she replied simply. "Morning sickness is called that for a reason. You felt fine all afternoon, didn’t you."

Min-jae clicked his tongue. "Annoyingly so."

"Exactly," Yura said. "That’s how it tricks you."

-_-

"You can only take the tonic in the morning. As we experiment the foods that make you nauseous and take it out of your diet.."

-_-

"If I can’t eat meat anymore I’ll cry."

-_-

Yura nearly face palmed, was he seriously worried about that right now?

Yura stared at him for a long second, expression flat.

"If that is your biggest concern.." she said slowly, "then you are doing better than you think."

Min-jae leaned back in his chair, one hand resting against his abdomen. "I am serious. Meat is not optional."

"You will survive.." she replied.

-_-

"My little glutton likes meat, he will truly be sad if he cannot eat it anymore."

-_-

When did Meical return? He had left shortly to have word with Sebastian.

They didn’t even realize he had returned.

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

-_-

"If the shoe fits darling."

Min-jae hissed what was wrong with liking meat now? And there wasn’t a single father in his body, so how dare Meical call him a glutton.

It wasn’t even a nickname!

But then he should t complain, being called a pig was much worse.

"Is that so? I guess you really want to sleep outside tonight."