Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty.

"Are you not satisfied with the food milady?" asked Rita in a worried tone and concern.

I shook my head and smiled. "It's not like that Rita, you don't need to worry about it. I'm just a bit tired," I explained in a gentle tone.

But the truth is, I'm starting feel the food is pretty bland and repetitive. They always serve they same theme, steak, lamb, bread, and wine.

The cook I had now was not very impressive. The cook always provided the same food.

Wala silang isda or karne ng baboy! Not even a chickens! I’m used on eating lambs and beef, especially bread in every single meal! Wala silang rice dito, or I mean they don’t serve rice in here!

They don’t even serve water that much when eating, always tea, wine, or champagne.

As a 21st century girl, I long for many dishes. I miss the Filipino cuisines and the fast foods!

Now, I'm being ungrateful and picky here. I could help but sigh on how this lifestyle made me realize how much I used to care, and how different