About two years had passed since Kenneth, our second child, was born, and the Blackwood household had finally reached a state of stability.

One day, as I found myself with a bit of free time, a fleeting thought crossed my mind.@@novelbin@@

‘Ah, I’m really craving kimchi fried rice.’

It was such a trivial and insignificant thought—at least, the initial spark was.

But once the craving took hold, it just wouldn’t leave my mind. It had been over fifteen years since I last recalled memories from my previous life, which meant it had also been about fifteen years since I’d last eaten kimchi fried rice.

‘Now that I think about it, I craved it so badly when I was pregnant with Kenneth too.’

Just like when I was expecting Eris, I had terrible morning sickness back then. Of course, no matter how badly I wanted something, food wasn’t going to magically appear just because I whined about it, so I made do with seaweed soup as a substitute for Korean cuisine.

When I was pregnant with our first child, I barely had time to worry about morning sickness and just pushed through it. But with my second pregnancy, kimchi fried rice was undeniably the thing I wanted most.

‘The problem is that there’s practically no way to get kimchi in this world.’

Not that it was completely impossible. I figured the Hero’s ‘recipe’ could probably whip up some napa cabbage kimchi in no time.

However, asking him for such a favor seemed a bit much these days, considering how busy he was. I’d feel guilty pestering him just to make me a little kimchi.

Besides, as Ethan’s wife, it would be pretty awkward to send secret letters to the Hero, who was technically the future husband of the Imperial Princess. If someone got the wrong idea and thought we were having an affair, both of our households would be in chaos.

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