Don't You Have Any Sense of Personal Space, Girl

There were quite a few regrettable aspects in this transmigrator's memories.

Many important things that existed in these memories were merely known to the transmigrator, without any knowledge of how to create them.

For instance, according to the original owner's understanding, things like the "transmigrator's essential" soap formula, and the steam engine that could break through the shackles of current civilization...

However, this was fine too. Laine could peacefully enjoy his retirement life without having to bear any heavy destiny.

Arriving at the kitchen, although it wasn't as "modern" as the one in the transmigrator's memories, it was sufficient for cooking.

Many seasonings needed in those memories could easily be found substitutes for.

Well, although he didn't know the exact taste, finding alternatives based on the described flavors would be close enough.

Taking the ingredients just bought by Daili, Laine rolled up his sleeves and started cooking personally, planning to make a simple home-cooked dish.

The flavoring needed to be somewhat mild, as people here couldn't handle too strong tastes.

As soon as the ingredients hit the pan, Daili's brows slightly furrowed - she could tell at a glance that Laine's cooking movements weren't very skilled.

But as the aroma of the ingredients spread, Daili's brows relaxed.

Indeed, since Sir Laine had been a knight for ten years, it was normal for some skills to become rusty.

"It smells so good!"

Daisy poked her head out, somehow already holding a fork reaching toward the pan: "Let me taste it!"

Laine knocked Daisy's head lightly with his knuckle: "This is for the young lady, ours will be in the next batch."

"Hehehe..."

Daisy covered her head, giggling.

What a silly girl...

After silently commenting to himself, Laine continued watching the food in the pan.

Moments later, seeing the dish was ready, Laine took the plate Daili handed him, served the food, and brought it to the dining table. He poured a glass of hot milk, then went to knock on Nanaly's door.

Today, Nanaly had kept herself confined in her room all day, who knows what she was doing.

"Young lady, it's time for dinner."

The door slowly opened, and Nanaly first looked up at Laine with her azure eyes, then lowered her gaze and silently walked towards the dining table without saying a word.

Although Nanaly didn't speak, Laine took this as her tacit acceptance of his position as her private butler.

Following behind Nanaly, once she sat down, Laine helped her put on her napkin and handed her the knife and fork.

To be honest, this whole process made Laine appear somewhat clumsy, causing the two maids watching from the side to barely suppress their amusement.

What's this...?

Seeing the dish on the table, Nanaly paused for a moment, then looked at Laine.

Nanaly was quite clever, immediately realizing this wasn't Daili's cooking.

After all, Nanaly's usual meals were very simple, but this dish in comparison... was somewhat too complex.

And it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing.

Laine smiled and explained: "This is a mysterious dish I learned from other lands, I hope it suits your taste."

Meanwhile, Laine was thinking to himself whether he should find time to carve some chopsticks.

After all, there were many cuisines in his memories, and using knife and fork would be too troublesome for some of them.

Nanaly nodded, picked up her knife and fork, and looked at the rather ordinary-looking dish with hesitation.

Would this new butler try to poison me?

Regarding Laine, Nanaly had actually learned some information before his arrival.

Old Lamb's adopted son, who had been a knight for ten years, though what happened during those ten years, nobody knew.

And on the day of Lamb's passing, Laine happened to return here, which inevitably raised some suspicions.

The aroma of the dish wafted through the air, making Nanaly unconsciously sniff.

The smell... seems quite good?

After hesitating, Nanaly tried a small bite of Laine's dish.

The next moment, Nanaly's petite body noticeably stiffened.

An unprecedented flavor bloomed on her taste buds - umami, saltiness, sweetness, various ingredients and seasonings blended perfectly, without any hint of greasiness.

Delicious!

Daili and Daisy also visibly stiffened for a moment.

But soon, Nanaly relaxed and continued eating the dish in small bites.

However, compared to before, Nanaly's eating speed had clearly increased.

Still a child after all...

Laine stood behind Nanaly with a gentle smile.

Daisy watched Nanaly eat while unconsciously swallowing her saliva.

The sound was quite loud; if Nanaly wasn't deaf, she would definitely have heard it.

Daili covered her face with her hand, feeling embarrassed for her sister.

Soon, the plate was cleaned by Nanaly.

Watching Nanaly put down her utensils and start wiping her mouth, Laine smiled and asked, "How was the taste?"

"...It was okay."

Nanaly avoided eye contact with Laine and spoke softly, her tone now carrying some emotion.

From this perspective, Laine found Nanaly quite adorable.

Difficult personality... honestly, Laine hadn't seen any signs of Nanaly being difficult at all.

If talking about difficult personalities, the previous Laine was far more difficult than Nanaly.

After dinner, having escorted Nanaly back to her room, Laine returned to the dining table to find that Daili had already taken the dishes to wash.

Daisy pounced and grabbed Laine's arm: "Sir Laine, I'm hungry!"

Laine shook his arm but couldn't shake off Daisy, sighing: "Don't you have any sense of personal space, young lady?"

"I'm hungry, hungry!"

"Alright, alright, I'll cook for you, just sit here properly."

"Okay!"

Hearing this, Daisy immediately sat up straight like a schoolgirl, her eyes twinkling as she watched Laine.

Entering the kitchen, Laine took the remaining ingredients and started cooking the next batch, this time for three people.

Daili finished washing the dishes and came to help Laine.

"Sir Laine, please don't mind Daisy too much... she used to act the same way with Sir Lamb, I believe she's placed you in Sir Lamb's position."

Looking at Daisy sitting obediently at the dining table, Daili said softly:

"Sir Lamb's passing... must have hit Daisy very hard. Actually, before seeing you, Daisy had been quite gloomy."

Hearing this, Laine's cooking movements paused briefly before responding, "Don't worry, I won't dislike her."

If anything, Laine quite enjoyed it.

After all, during his ten years as a knight, spending every day with a bunch of men, it would be a lie to say he didn't look forward to interactions with the opposite sex.

It seemed Old Lamb had considered this point, which was why he had Laine avoid contact with the opposite sex before sending him to the knights' order.

But... Laine's mind contained a transmigrator's memories.

Those memories contained a strong desire for the opposite sex, along with countless intimate scenes, like projections from a stone, which had made Laine's stomach churn throughout his knight career.

Overall, the owner of these memories was quite a depraved person, seemingly having experienced many things that common sense would consider harmful to the body.

If this person had successfully possessed him, who knows what they would have done with his body.

Thinking about this, Laine couldn't help but shudder.

He must maintain self-discipline, absolutely must.

He couldn't let the desires brought by these memories break through his rationality.