THIRD PERSON’S POV.
“Arghh. Seriously? You i***t, stop laughing at me!”
Raj almost felt the tears run out of his eyes. They have been here at the palace’s main kitchen to cook the said “breakfast” for Princess Nathalia ever since five in the morning and it is currently 7:30 A.M They have wasted around two hours and 30 minutes trying and failing to cook the simplest breakfast : fried eggs and tocinos, vegetable soup and fried rice, which is said to be the princess’ favourite breakfast meal. The eggs always end up over fried or raw and the vegetable soup is either too sour or too salty. What an early disaster.
“Raj, would you like... to just help me out? Nothing is funny at all,” Reagan complained. His forehead is already sweating and his face is turning red, probably from being exposed
