Staring at the love letter in Celitia's hands, Sophia was going crazy.

"Who, who gave them permission to write love letters?!"

She had never even thought about such a thing!!

Celitia's eyes showed a hint of peculiarity: "But there's no rule against it either."

Thinking about it carefully, receiving love letters should be quite a normal thing.

It was just that the object of confession was actually herself, which made Celitia find it incomprehensible.

Honestly, if she were one of those girls, she would absolutely never fall for someone as cold, antisocial, thorny, and self-righteous as herself.

What exactly was there to like about someone like her?

Celitia couldn't understand.

"There's no rule against it, but, but...!"

Sophia's face turned even redder than the girl who had delivered the love letter, and for a moment she forgot what she wanted to say.

After a long while, she finally found a reason:

"Samuel Academy admitted them to study hard and give them a path to advancement after graduation, not to waste their time on romance!!"

Celitia couldn't help but laugh: "You're right, romance is just a waste of time."

Having been in a relationship for over ten years only to end up betrayed and still a virgin, Celitia deeply agreed with this sentiment.

But she didn't throw away the heart-decorated letter; instead, she casually stuffed it into her pocket.

"Let's go, we're really late this time."

Sophia was stunned.

Her mood suddenly became complicated.

Although she had spoken impulsively, she hadn't expected to actually get Celitia's agreement.

For Celitia, was romance really just a waste of time, something that would never move her heart?

She seemed... not to mean it that way.

This heart wasn't angry about those girls' actions.

But rather...

But rather...

It seemed, a bit sour.

No, she should say, very sour.

Sophia watched helplessly as Celitia put away the love letter, the sourness bubbling up in her heart almost enough to flood the entire academic building.

If she said it was a waste of time, then why didn't she throw it away?

Please throw that letter away!

Not only did she not throw it away, she carefully kept it—why?!

Sophia was tormented to the point of near madness.

Meanwhile, Celitia was completely unaware and had already walked quite a distance ahead.

She had never intended to accept this love letter; she just couldn't bear to throw someone else's feelings into the trash.

"Hey, wait for me, Lily!"

Seeing that Celitia had left her quite far behind, Sophia couldn't be bothered with her inner turmoil and hurried to catch up.

The girls outside the building were still quietly discussing:

"Oh my, Her Highness Sophia's expression just now was so scary."

"Speaking of which... with the Princess around, we really don't have a chance, do we?"

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By the time Celitia found the classroom, they were already quite late.

Fortunately, the first class was an unimportant one that Celitia was taking just to fulfill credit requirements.

Of course, besides fulfilling credits, Celitia secretly had a competitive spirit about it.

That's right, this was the cooking class she had specifically chosen.

It was just cooking—how difficult could it be?

Moreover, cooking in this other world was quite primitive, nowhere near as sophisticated as the grand Chinese cuisine from before her transmigration a long time ago.

Celitia was completely confident about this.

When Celitia pushed open the door, countless gazes in the classroom turned toward her.

Teacher Jessie, who was in charge of the class, saw Celitia and her expression darkened. She was about to scold her for being late when she noticed Sophia behind her.

Since Her Highness the Princess was also late, Jessie found it inappropriate to voice her criticism.

"Hurry up and come in, go to your seats!"

Jessie suppressed her anger and pointed toward a corner of the classroom.

"Sorry, teacher, we're late," Celitia quickly pulled Sophia along. "We'll go over there right now."

Shanie and Benita were gathered around a stove, examining the cooking ingredients and various seasonings.

Seeing Celitia and Sophia approaching, Shanie quickly waved at them.

"You're finally here! Teacher Jessie already demonstrated once, and now it's our turn to try!"

"So quickly?" Celitia was stunned. "So what are we making in the first lesson?"

Previously, to prepare for the competition, the academy had focused on magic and knight courses, even setting aside special training time.

Therefore, cooking class had to be postponed, and this was their first cooking class.

"The teacher said we should start with simple foods," Benita chimed in. "The first lesson is fried eggs. It doesn't look too difficult."

"Right, fried eggs!"

Shanie happily picked up a piece of paper and presented it to Celitia like a treasure.

"I took careful notes. Since you didn't hear the teacher's explanation, would you like to look at my notes?"

Celitia casually took it, but after reading just a few words, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Fry with fire... add a little salt... a little seasoning..."

Wasn't this just writing nonsense?

How much heat? Which seasonings were used? How much was "a little"?

Shanie was still beside her with wide eyes, full of expectation, waiting for Celitia's praise.

Celitia put down the notes and had to praise against her conscience:

"It's written quite well. I know what to do now."

Hearing Celitia's words, Sophia hesitated to speak.

She hadn't forgotten about those two strangely-flavored fried eggs, but that was because Celitia couldn't distinguish between salt and sugar, which caused that mess.

Maybe Celitia really did know? She just needed to distinguish the seasonings correctly?

That's what she thought, but somehow, Sophia suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Shanie followed the example and fried an egg according to Teacher Jessie's steps. It looked quite presentable.

Sophia cut a small piece, tasted it, and her eyes lit up: "Shanie, it's quite delicious! To make it like this on your first try, you seem to have quite a talent!"

"Hehe, thank you for the praise, Your Highness." Shanie scratched her head with a silly smile.

Casually listening to their chatter, Celitia cracked an egg, poured it into a glass bowl, and kept stirring with a fork.

Benita quickly stopped her: "Lily, the teacher said to pour it directly into the pan. No need to stir."

Celitia turned her back, blocking Benita's hand:

"Fried eggs are too simple. Look, Shanie succeeded casually. I'll demonstrate a novel food you've never seen before."

Fried eggs were just repeating her previous steps, except this time putting the right seasonings, right?

Celitia felt there was no challenge and it wasn't fun at all.

This other world's understanding of cuisine was still too limited. This time she would let Chinese cuisine conquer them!

Let you all witness the greatness of Chinese cuisine!

Celitia's confidence continued to swell.