Gourmet food + marriage first, love later + sweet romance
A modern food blogger woke up one day as a discarded princess consort.
Wasn't the prince supposed to dislike his consort? So why did he keep showing up at her neglected courtyard?
She didn't want to fall in love! All she wanted was good food, freedom, and piles of money!
The cold, stern prince pinned her against the kitchen counter, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, “Nuannuan, I only like the food you make. Will you cook for me for the rest of my life?”
Your Highness, what happened to your aloof persona?
