The Duke's Substitute Wife
Dia

Viola helped Flora lie on her stomach. "Flo, sorry." Viola was very worried about Flora's state. He felt guilty, because he was the one who neglected to take care of himself resulting in Flora being affected.

"Mira call the doctor" said Viola.

Without them noticing a middle-aged man was walking towards them. "Mrs," said a man in the middle-aged man.

"What else is it?" snapped Viola held back angrily seeing the Knight who was punishing Flora.

"The doctor will check on the state of the mistress' servant."

It turned out that he still had a conscience as well as Viola's inner self.

"Check it out" Viola said as he retreated his footsteps backwards. The middle-aged man also checked the wound, he smeared the wound with medicine. Sometimes Flora grimaced in pain, biting her lower lip.

"Flo, I'm gonna go out for a second to check out my restaurant. You just wait here."

Flora was about to rise from her stomach sleep, but was prevented by Viola.

"No need, lie down. I'll go with Mira." she said.

"Thank you madam." she said.

Viola and Mira walked out of the room, along the way she grumbled, letting out her annoyance at Duke Cristin. All the swearing he put out. It felt like he wanted to step on it, make it a pedal.

Remembering the name of the peddle, immediately her beautiful brain glided. He showed off that string of white teeth.

Along the way he had thought about what he would do for the sake of the progress of his shop later. The sound of buyers haggling with each other made the city even more lively. Many people were on foot and there were also nobles who got off their carriage. Not only that, Viola saw the waiter who was struggling to bring the employer's groceries.

Viola walked into the boutique, seeing how many customers were buying. Viola was grateful, her mother's business went very well. There are even some new clothes from the mother. Viola came out of the boutique, he walked towards his Restaurant. His eyes looked around the blue-painted wall. The restaurant renovation is almost complete. Viola stepped upstairs. He sat in a chair facing the door.

"Ah, I finally have a business too. My mother was indeed the best ", Viola said happily. Mira just chuckled.

Viola picked up a small brush, the tip of which was a bird feather decoration. Viola touched the brush to an ink. He started to launch the name of the menu.

Fried rice with ingredients and how to make it. Drinks are available, there is tomato juice, apokat, tea, and also a variety.

Viola took the other paper beside him, he wrote the name of the parchment. Perhaps in this empire it was indeed strange, but there was no harm in him trying. In this empire potatoes are very much in the interest so he will make a dish, bringing the 2020th century from his hometown. He also wrote a brown sponge based on purple yam.

The first thing he had to do in order for his restaurant to run and many in the interest must invite a noble. Viola tapped his finger, he had to think about who the noble first introduced his cooking to.

Want to ask Mira is impossible, because he was the first time stepping into this capital city. Viola reassembled the paper, then stuffed it into the drawer.

"What's the matter, madam?" mira asked as she watched Viola who was thinking about something.

"I need someone to introduce this restaurant food." said Viola. He stepped down onto the floor and thought of something. There was no way he would have to ask for those two sneaks. It's the same as dropping him.

Viola continued walking by accident he hit someone. "Sorry," said Viola stroking his forehead.

"You're okay, miss," asked a man in a flat voice. Viola loosened his face, the two eyes meeting each other.

The man's eyes were filled with a puddle of water that was about to spill. His heart shook violently. Throat's choked. The lips are not able to move. Instantly the pain returned to his heart. He immediately turned his body, not caring for Viola's gaze which was filled with question marks.

"She,"