The Picky Princess Was Never Picky のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My name was Maisie Mahoney, and I was six years old. So far, my biggest accomplishment in life was making it to six.Mealtimes at my house were basically a survival challenge. Mom's mashed potatoes were so hard I was scared they'd break my teeth.Once, I even found an actual nail in my food. Mom said it must have come loose from the old pot and told me to stop making such a fuss.After that, I always poked through my food with a fork before taking a bite.Dad's soup was even worse. I never knew what color it was going to be.The best one yet was bright green and bubbling on the stove, gurgling like something a witch would brew in one of my storybooks.I stared at it for a long time before deciding there was no way I was drinking it.Whenever Mom or Dad cooked, meals always went the same way. I ate a couple of bites of mashed potatoes, chewed my vegetables forever, and shook my head the second I saw the meat.One time, Mom put some meat on my plate. I picked up a piece and found

I saw the show's script later. They had the whole thing planned out.First, I was supposed to play the spoiled city kid who turned up her nose at a simple country meal and refused to eat. Then I was supposed to get so hungry that I broke down crying and begged to go home.By the end, country life was supposed to teach me a lesson, and I'd tearfully promise never to be picky again.Mr. Dawson, the director, was so sure that was how things would go that he set up five cameras, ready to catch every tear.Then they served the first meal, and everyone froze.It was nothing fancy. There were mashed potatoes, roast chicken, green beans, and gravy.Every camera turned toward me, waiting for me to make a face.I did frown, just not for the reason they thought. The mashed potatoes smelled way too good to trust.After six years of eating at home, I knew better than to trust food that smelled that nice. There had to be something wrong with it. My mouth watered, but I still didn't dare take

After a whole week of being laughed at online, Mom and Dad made a surprising decision. They were coming to visit me during filming, and they were bringing food they'd made themselves.Dad said, "We're going to prove there's nothing wrong with our cooking."As soon as viewers heard the news, the chat started begging them not to come."No! The poor kid just started eating decent food!""Their nightmare cooking followed her all the way out there. What kind of horror movie is this?"But Mom and Dad had already made up their minds. They marched into the village carrying a large insulated food container.That day, I was sitting in the yard eating a bowl of sweet potato oatmeal Ms. Latimer had made. I happily bobbed my head between spoonfuls.Then I spotted two familiar faces and one very familiar food container. My spoon slipped from my hand and clattered to the ground.Dad opened the container with a huge smile and proudly announced, "Green Power Soup!"The name sounded fancy, but

The day after I went viral, the production team held an emergency meeting. Apparently, it lasted all of ten minutes.Their conclusion was simple. "Maisie didn't need fixing. Her parents did."So the title of my segment quietly changed on the livestream. "The Picky Princess Goes Country" became "The 'Picky' Princess Fixes Mom and Dad's Kitchen."Mr. Dawson announced it on camera, "Viewers have seen for themselves that Maisie isn't a picky eater. Now it's her parents' turn to make some changes."I sat on my little stool with my bowl in my hands, looking perfectly calm.Mom and Dad immediately said no.Mom kept her polite smile in place. "We just have an off day every now and then."Dad quickly backed her up. "Exactly. We just get a little creative with our cooking."Mr. Dawson didn't argue. He simply posted a poll in the livestream."Should Maisie's parents stay and learn how to cook?"One million viewers voted, and 980,000 voted yes. The other 20,000 voted no because they were

On the seventh day, Mom and Dad had their final test.The rules were strict. They had to make dinner all by themselves, and Ms. Latimer wasn't allowed to help.There were three extra rules. They weren't allowed to give anything a fancy name or make up weird "healthy" combinations. And if something went wrong, they couldn't pretend they'd meant to do it that way.I sat at the table as the final judge with three signs in front of me labeled "Tasty," "Edible," and "Please Spare Me."The viewers immediately started taking bets on which one I'd hold up. "Please Spare Me" was the favorite because almost everyone was betting on it.Dad made chicken soup with carrots.This time, he did everything exactly the way he'd been taught. He carefully skimmed the foam off the top and seasoned the soup with nothing but salt and two sprigs of thyme.He didn't use the words "creative," "good stuff," or "power" even once.Mom made scrambled eggs with bell peppers.Just like Ms. Latimer had taught