"My lord, the princess is clamoring to cook for you, but... The kitchen has exploded," said the nanny, who came forward with a head of messy hair comparable to a chicken coop.
"What?!" Sure enough, the prince frowned and stood up. She thought he was going to be angry, but then she heard, "Chuchu, are you okay? What are you going to eat? Let Chuchu cook! What do I want from you?"
"Eh? What are you arguing about?" A figure wearing a light pink skirt came into view.
"Chuchu?! Let me take a look. Are there any wounds on your body? Does it hurt? Are you afraid?"
"I, I'm fine, baby, why are you making such a fuss?"
"Chuchu, don't always do such dangerous things. I can't live without you. According to your people's words, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice. I will always love rice, no, I love you."
Intention: Love is holy and beautiful