"That was good." He sat on the table, feeling even worse than he had after being bullied by his father.
"Should I make more?" Lycorice asked, feeling extremely happy that Elias liked her soup so much, even though it was her first time cooking.
"N-No need. This dish... Humans only eat it once a year. This is a rule amongst humans. So don't make it again!" Elias abruptly stood up and grabbed Lycorice's shoulder.
"Hmm? What a weird rule. Should I try making something else? That book had a few more images that I can follow."
"You don't have to worry about that. It's the job of the servants. How can I make you cook for me? In fact, the servants did deliver some things to eat."
He had eaten this thing once, but he couldn't do it every day. Rather than teaching the girl to cook, he would have her learn to fight.
He brought food from his subspace, and placed it on the table.
