100 Days of Being a Princess of Joseon

Guests Not Invited

"Hungry?" hana asked, pushing her eyes away for a moment.

Princess Hwa nodded confidently.

He had never swallowed food as good as in this world when in the palace.

Rest assured. The food served in this place, all so evocative of his saliva.

Though if seen with the eyes of the head alone, he was sure this food was not as luxurious as in the palace.

The power of micin.

"Hurry up, I'm so hungry." He casually gave the order to Hana who now opened her eyes.

Does it look like a hijah?

Eihhh, not that.

"Take yourself there, I don't have much time to serve you, princess." Hana pulled herself from the chair, stood up and put her hands on her chest.

"Cih, reckoning once." lamented the princess Hwa staring at Hana squinted.

"I'm busy, my job this time can't be done from far away, I have to come to the office." explained Hana of the reason.

Since Ara was declared unconscious from the second coma, he declared himself to take care of his best friend until he could be convinced to be independent, at least in his own apartment.

Therefore, he asked his assistant to handle the work and supervise the various designs designed by his employees through video or chat only.

But this time, somehow his office suddenly needed his presence without being able to be represented at all.

"office? Work?" princess Hwa is confused.

"Yes, I'm a designer,...."

Crick krik krik

Only an innocent look did not understand what Hana's interlocutor was answering.

He patted his forehead slowly.

Is..

"Do you not know what it is.... Designer?" guess Hana's not sure.

But the question again made him dumbfounded.

Ara nodded slowly.

And Hana bit her lower lip and stared in search of Ara.

"Yes God... Ara." he said grimacingly.

"How bad is your pain? Bangey's all right." Again, said Hana massaging her chest.

Yet very clearly, even he followed a re-examination to convince himself that the results shown by the doctor were true.

That Ara, in no way suffered from amnesia or anything related to her memory disorder.

Only injuries, but not fatal.

But again...

"The designer, the one who makes the clothes." Hana briefly gave the understanding without a length of width.

Princess Hwa thought for a moment.

And..

"Ooo, tailor." he muttered meaning Hana would be a designer.

"Suture??? Mmmhh, it could be." said Hana approved the simple election that Ara said.

"All right, I need to get ready. And you're... That's..." Hana turned her gaze which was followed by princess Hwa.

The white stuff that was burning was blue.

Rice heater.

"That's the bed of the nanya. You, take it yourself, will you?" Hana without having to wait for the answer her best friend rushed to step foot, she was hunted for time after seeing the chat just now from her assistant.

Leaving the girl wearing a light blue knee-length dress with a ribbon accent.

I don't know, just confused with Ara who rejected the clothes in her own closet. Though not the girl used to wear mini clothes such as hotpants and sleeveless T-shirts if in the apartment.

Actually the girl also refused with any dress that was above her eyes. He said he was embarrassed when he met Mr. Kim, he could not run because he was ashamed of his knee-length dress.

Even lightly ask Hana to give him clothes in the form of HANBOK, and,.. Yeah, you guys didn't read it wrong. Hanbok, clothes that are typical of Koreans, the era before, is still in use now, but when there is a certain event, even if worn daily. This only applies to the elderly.

While Ara? It is a millennial generation.

"I'm leaving ya." Hana moved quickly to the front door.

It seems true, he was time-hunted.

Leaving Hwa's daughter who had also managed to reach the object that Hana had pointed at.

Crimped his forehead staring at the thing that was the cooker.

"What is this thing?"

"That's the place where the rice is, you take it yourself."

Terngiang back to Hana's remark earlier who said if the rice he asked was in this object.

Stabbed.

Strenuous.

"Where's the rice?"

"Why is the place so small.?"

"And,......"

Chilly.

"I forgot to ask Hana." she lamented.

"How do I get rice from this hard object?"

Pensive while staring fixedly.

Stabbed.

And raise the intensity of the beats.

Click!

Ow ow!!!

Congratulations gongju.

The cooker finally opened when he accidentally touched the digital button to open it.

Gawking into the cooker.

"Well!!! There's his rice." his pecker's carefree.

And without ba bi bu.

He grabbed the small door handle that was behind his head.

Hana place organize the dining furniture.

Small bowl.

"This house, why is everything white, the objects." murmured princess Hwa.

"And why is it so great that rice stays warm inside that thing." looking for a spoon.

"There's no need to start a fire to cook rice like in Joseon."

Full of independent initiative, the princess of a king did it herself based on what she often noticed if Hana prepared dishes.

Stop in front of the two-door refrigerator.

"And this thing, too." he looked at her.

"It can bring out cold water and ice cubes from there" he said in awe.

Look at the other thing on the side of the refrigerator.

"And another one, this." pointed it at the stove.

"Why just by touching it, can get fire out of there" he looked at her

"This building is so strange, able to provide things that need hard work if you want to get it in Joseon."

Stepping towards the dining table again with cola cans in his hands.

It was morning woy.

"Hmmmmmmmm" he said with a shuddering body after gulping down the cola.

"I also love this drink other than wine or alcohol."

"This drink bites the tongue."

"The food is delicious too. Defeating the cuisine of the lady-in-waiting that always leads to my building." he praised the dishes.

Prepare to eat rice and warm soup containing cuts of meat, vegetables, tofu, and rather spicy like it.

Clik.

The front door handel sounded.

One mouthful made it into the mouth.

No matter who was standing looking at him.

Sardonic

Prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok.

"Bhhhh!!!" a woman's voice rattled through the hearing of princess Hwa.

The girl who was busy eating her breakfast turned her head with a flat face.

Unconcerned.

Maybe Ara's friend, he thought.

"You're still alive apparently. It could even eat the food leisurely." loudly the voice of the woman approached the princess Hwa.

Stay unmoved.

Till

Brake!!!!!

The spoon that was being grasped and his cola shifted and fell the harder the man kicked down the table on which the princess of Hwa was to eat.

"You why?" the question is still unsuspecting.

Roughly pulled Ara's shoulder until the body was forced to stand.

And the ones pulled down even harder.

"You're why, and who, huh!!!" delicacy of princess Hwa on the sexy girl full of luxury.

"You forgot who I am?" ask the uninvited guest.

Princess Hwa is undaunted.

"You seem to need to be reminded again, who I am, Ara."