I was to attend a party in the capital and was to accompany my father and mother to the capital.

Currently, I am staying in a town called Rubera, a little far from the capital, to meet an old friend of my father.

We arrived here without any accident, so we were able to get there earlier than planned.

My father and mother were a little tired and wanted to rest, but I was too excited to stay still for my first time in the city. I wished I could walk around outside.

Father and mother allowed me to go out with the condition that I would be accompanied by Bastian, the butler.

I would have liked to walk around on my own, but it was a matter of safety and the fact that I was in a strange city. I was grateful to be able to go out.

So this is Rubera.

Walking out of the inn, the town of Lubera is surprisingly beautiful.

The view from the horse-drawn carriage is completely different from the view on my own feet.

\'I heard it was a country town, but it\'s surprisingly big.

There are many villages and hamlets scattered around Rubera. From there, many people come to bring in their local products such as cloth, food, ore, and so on. Although it is located in the countryside, it is not inferior to other towns.

I mutter to myself as I take in the view, and Bastian, walking behind me, gives me an explanation.

\'I see, it\'s like a trading city with an influx of people from all over. No wonder it\'s so bustling.

As I was walking around with Bastian\'s knowledge about the city, I found a street that was really busy in the morning.

Moreover, it smelled so good that my stomach, which had not yet eaten breakfast, made a small rumbling sound. Maybe Bastian did not hear me.

\'Bastian, what\'s that over there?

It\'s a street of food stalls. It\'s a place where a mix of professional and amateur cooks sell their wares. From the central plaza, about four streets are all food stalls.

\'Well, so much? Let\'s take a peek!

It\'s as big as the food street in King\'s Landing.

I had never set foot in a food stall street before, so I proceeded immediately.

The street is lined with food stalls at both ends and extends all the way to the back.

The stalls were lined up at both ends of the street, and they were all lined up in a row, with a variety of foods for sale, although some of them were somewhat overlapped, and there was a strong smell wafting from them.

Commoners, artisans, adventurers, and numerous others mingled together to create a kind of feverish atmosphere.

The stalls at both ends of the street kept my head busy.

As I was walking through the stalls, impressed by the unfamiliar dishes, I heard a nice sizzling sound.

The source of the sound was a stall run by a red-haired girl and a brown-haired boy with dead eyes.

The girl was cooking flat meat and round bread on a large griddle, and the smell of cooking meat and sweet wheat was in the air.

The boy is floating something in a pan of oil. This one looks plain, but smells like soft potatoes. Above all, the sound of the oil frying is wonderful.

What is it? This?

When I approached him and asked him, a dead-eyed boy told me puzzledly.

What the girl is grilling is called a hamburger, a dish of meat and vegetables sandwiched between bread.

And the boy in front of me is cooking a potato cut into thin slices and fried in oil.

Even I, who do not cook, had a vague idea of what kind of food it was.

I wonder why? There were many food stalls in the area, some of them offering more fancy dishes than this one. But I am very curious about these dishes.

I want to eat them for nothing, so I order them on the spot.

Hmmm... I have never ordered food at such a street stall before.

It is not a favorable thing for a nobleman\'s daughter like me to dine at a street stall where commoners gather.

But this time, in order to gain some insight, I have received official permission from my father and mother.

Bastian, my chaperone, did not blame me.

I\'m so nervous, I feel like I\'m doing something wrong.

I was so excited that the boy asked me to get in line.

I was angry that I, an aristocrat, was made to stand in line, but Bastian told me that was the rule here, and I obeyed.

I know that there are some places where power does not prevail, no matter how aristocratic you are. And above all, if I got into trouble outside, I might not be allowed to go out next time.

That is exactly what I wanted to avoid.

As I watched the girl and the boy cooking and selling one dish after another, it was my turn in no time.

Following the rules to the letter, I duly ordered a hamburger and fries.

In exchange for five copper coins, I receive a hamburger wrapped in a paper bag and fries in a triangular bag.

Both burgers and fries are warm and smell very good, but how can we eat them by themselves?

Without a plate, there is no way to put the food down, and without a knife and fork, there is no way to even bring the food to the mouth. What is the meaning of all this?

When I asked the boy about it, he told me that he eats this dish with his hands while standing up.

Eating while walking. Eating while standing. That is what I, who have been educated as a lady, would call immodest and ill-mannered.

However, when I look around, I see people eating hamburgers and fries while walking around as if it were a matter of course.

If it is in accordance with the rules here, that is the right way to behave.

However, the values and manners that have been ingrained in me over the years cause me to have a tremendous reaction of rejection.

Bastian, perhaps sensing my conflict, asked the boy to let me take it home with me.

I put it in a big thick paper bag and left the stall with Bastian.

\'Miss, what do you want?

\'Hi, I\'m going back to the inn. I\'ll get some dishes and eat there.

The food is warm and hot in my arms.

It smells so good through the bag, but I can\'t eat it right now.

So I was to go back to the inn and eat it there.

I said, \'Yes, sir. Then, let\'s go back to the inn.

Ugh, it smells amazing. This is ......\'

I returned to the luxury inn where I was staying.

But the smell of hamburgers and fries was so strong that the guards, the innkeepers, and the other guests were all curious.

I was embarrassed when some of them asked me where I had bought them.

But I was relieved when I got back to my room.

Bastian served me a hamburger and fries on a plate brought by an employee.

Here you go.

Thank you, Bastian.

After all, food is only food when it is served on a plate.

I can\'t do such a high-level thing as eat standing on the side of the road now.

So, I eat it like this, following the usual manners.

First, I cut the hamburger that sits in the center of the plate with a fork.

It is difficult to cut the burger into small pieces because the ingredients are sandwiched between the bread.

The size of the hamburger is rather large, but it fits in my mouth well enough. It is better this way than to have it lose its shape.

When I cut the meat into pieces, juices are pouring out from the grilled meat. It is very tender and smells delicious.

In addition to meat, I noticed sliced tomatoes, melted cheese, and different kinds of lettuce. It was similar to a sandwich, but very colorful.

Admiring its beauty, he takes a bite of the hamburger, which is a little larger than usual.

The first thing that strikes you is the soft sweetness of the bread. The surface is crispy and the wheat flavor is strong.

Then, the meat in an unusual shape. When you bite into it, the juices come out from the inside, and the delicious meat spreads in your mouth.

This meat is so tender!

Not only is the sauce seasoned with salt and pepper, but it is also coated with a sweet and spicy sauce that is a perfect match. The meat is followed by a rich cheese taste and covered with sour tomatoes.

The taste, which may be a little too strong for some people, was neutralized by the fresh lettuce, which offered two kinds of chewy texture.

Oh, it\'s delicious. ......

I had underestimated the quality of this commoner\'s food, but it is really a high level dish.

I wonder how the fries are over here?

As I was munching on the hamburger, I noticed thin potatoes on my plate. As a break from my meal, I took a bite of this one as well.

The surface was crispy, and the taste of the potato spread in my mouth.

The heat of the dish has given the potatoes a nice jump in flavor, and they are delicious as well.

It should be delicious, but something is missing. ......

The savory baked surface and the taste of dusty potatoes. It was supposed to be good enough, but I had a gut feeling that this dish was not what it should be.

It got cold before we got back here. The customer who ordered the fries said they are best served hot.

I knew it! But then how do I ......\'

The best way to eat hot food is to eat it on the spot.

However, as a young lady, I would be ashamed to eat outside while standing.

But I want to try hamburgers and fries when they are at their best. If they taste so good cold, I wonder how good they taste hot.

Let\'s find out about the boy and the girl who were making them at the stall. Maybe they work in a restaurant somewhere.

\'Yes! I\'m asking for it!\'

You can make such delicious food. He must be an apprentice working in a famous restaurant. My worries gone, I resume my meal with a smile.

This time I will not go to a food stall, but to the restaurant and eat freshly prepared food with elegance.

The hamburger and fries are delicious, even if they are cold.

I can\'t wait to see how good they will be when they are hot.