My Daddy Hides His Power Chapter 325 - Side story Part 2 Chapter 21

Haha, did I give birth to him?

 

“No way. But we do look alike, don’t we?”

 

“You gave birth to him? Otherwise, there’s no way to explain how much he looks like you.”  

 

“Even if we’re a bit distant, we’re still relatives. Jamie is about a 7th cousin to Brother too.” 

 

“Wow!”

 

Leon grabbed his head.

 

“Are you telling me the eldest son of the youngest daughter of our great-uncle’s eldest daughter actually exists?”

 

“His appearance is proof, isn’t it? Do you think Cheshire would actually lie and skip work just to have fun?” 

 

I held Jamie in my arms and showed him.

 

Leon covered his mouth as if he was touched by the sight of the little baby.

 

“Bya!”

 

“…He’s so cute.”

 

“Could you cover for Cheshire just for a few days? I did get permission to work from home, but since it’s my first time taking care of a baby, I’m not very good at doing it alone.”

 

I pressed my cheeks against Jamie’s to attack Leon with my ultimate move, and I tried to act cute with our faces that looked exactly alike.

 

“Uncleee~ Just send Jaime’s daddy over until mommy gets used to things~”

 

“Byaa!”

 

“Ugh, damn it~!”  

 

Leon’s heart clenched at the murderous cuteness of babbling Jamie.

 

Then, unable to take his eyes off Jamie, he panted heavily before finally giving me a big thumbs-up.

 

“Okay.”

 

Nice, success!

 

* * *

 

Our first housewarming party went very smoothly.

 

I almost misunderstood, but it turned out that neither Cheshire nor Leon were tyrannical superiors. And during the meal, by listening to their conversations, I even picked up some military knowledge I hadn’t known before.

 

‘Four Stars…’

 

Four stars. General. He was obviously not some neighborhood boss—my husband held one of the highest positions among those who wore military uniforms.

 

Cheshire’s words—that nothing had really changed and it wasn’t a big deal—were, more or less, true.

 

If you think back to the old rank system, all the commanders with the Dos rank were already at the highest military positions with nowhere further to rise.

 

From Cheshire’s point of view, it probably just felt like the name of the rank had changed.

 

“Madam, your cooking skills are truly amazing. I was honestly blown away.”

 

“That’s right! You must have been busy, yet you prepared all this so wonderfully. Thank you so much.”

 

Colonel Tony and Lieutenant Colonel Albert spoke with genuine emotion. And it wasn’t just words— their hands didn’t stop moving as they busily served food onto their individual plates.

 

Cheese gratin, ratatouille, pot-au-feu, boeuf bourguignon…

 

It wasn’t just the taste—even the plating made it look like we’d hired a top-class chef. 

 

Of course, that first-class chef was my husband. 

 

All of these dishes were the first I tried with the cookbook open.

 

“It wasn’t me, it was my husband.” 

 

Of course, I had no intention of shamelessly accepting the praise, so I confessed on the spot.

 

At that, the hands that had been busily moving utensils suddenly froze, and a heavy silence fell over the room. 

 

The guests looked at each other.

 

“Fuahahaha!”

 

Only Leon burst out laughing.

 

What’s so funny?

 

“Lilith, you don’t need to put that much gold on your husband’s face, you know? Who would believe a lie like that anyway? Hahaha!”

 

“But Cheshire really did it, though?”

 

“Phew, if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. How could a general who’s held nothing but a sword since he was a kid do something like this?” 

 

Everyone from the colonel to the private nodded cautiously in agreement with Leon’s words.

 

Oh my god. Leon has never tasted my hellish pasta, so he just naturally assumes I made all these dishes.

 

“No, really!”

 

“That’s right.”

 

At that moment, Cheshire, who was sitting next to me, grabbed my hand under the table and said.

 

“Lilith did it.”

 

No, honey! In good conscience, this is too much!

 

I was embarrassed, but Cheshire didn’t seem upset about losing the praise for his cooking; he just smiled at me.

 

In the end, I continued the meal, enduring the pangs of guilt as I monopolized the praise that rightfully belonged to my husband.

 

With Leon leading the conversation, light and trivial stories flowed across the table, and despite their ranks as general and lieutenant general, everyone—being officers themselves—seemed relatively comfortable engaging in conversation.

 

Across from me.

 

Except for Private Chick Bjorn. 

 

‘You look really uncomfortable.’

 

He remained tense the entire time. His ears were perked up so he wouldn’t miss a single word from his superiors, but he never joined the conversation.

 

He would nod enthusiastically or, when someone spoke to him, respond in a crisp, disciplined voice with a loud “Yes, sir!” or “That’s correct, sir!”—and that was it.

 

He seemed to want to eat the shrimp inside the cheese gratin, but perhaps he felt too self-conscious to peel it—he flinched and hesitated several times.

 

‘Phew.’

 

Feeling sorry for Private Chick, I brought a new plate and took all the shrimp out of the gratin for him.

 

Although I couldn’t cook, I was quite skilled at deboning fish and peeling shrimp. Using two forks, I deftly peeled the shrimp and slid the plate to the center. Then, meeting Mr. Bjorn’s eyes, I quietly gestured toward it.

 

“Eat.”

 

“Ah….”

 

Bjorn bowed deeply to me with a moved face.

 

“Thank you!”

 

Hmm, that’s satisfying.

 

I turned my head, thinking I might try joining the lively chatter of the guests again—only to lock eyes with Cheshire, who was seated beside me.

 

For some reason, he was staring at me intently.

 

I asked, “Why?” with my lips, but Cheshire simply replied, “No,” without any further explanation.

 

It was bland.

 

* * *

 

The first housewarming party ended successfully.

 

And I fell in love with my husband all over again.

 

‘He’s cool, really.’

 

When I was little, all I had to do was turn my head and I’d see DOS everywhere around me. That’s why I sometimes forgot just how remarkable they actually were.

 

Cheshire had been with me since we were kids, and because we went straight from dating to marriage, we were so close that I often forgot he was one of those perfect men in the top 1%—the kind you might never come across even in a lifetime.

 

To me, it was only natural that he, the one I saw as the “main character,” was strong and perfect—so much so that I never even felt the need to remind myself of it.

 

But today.  

 

Hearing all those high-ranking military officers call my husband “General” made me realize all over again… he was seriously impressive and so cool!

 

And the way they treated me with such respect just because I was the General’s wife—honestly, that felt amazing too!

 

“Honey, if that star was such a big deal, why didn’t you brag about it a little?” 

 

I opened the closet and happily admired the four-star epaulets on Cheshire’s uniform.

 

It might sound a bit materialistic coming from the daughter of a revolutionary leader who dismantled the class system, but these stars carry a different kind of meaning.

 

They’re not ranks you’re born into, like Dos or Quarto.

 

A rank truly earned by a capable and proud soldier who has made real contributions to national defense and gained everyone’s recognition!

 

Honestly, at this level, he could just sit back with his hands behind his back and go “ahem ahem,” but since capable people are limited in this world, it’s seriously impressive that even with the highest rank, he still personally trains soldiers for 12 hours a day.

 

“Hehe.”

 

A man this amazing outside the home, and he’s even family-oriented at home?

 

At this point, it’s an overpowered character setup!

 

I looked back from in front of the closet. 

 

The four-star general is currently making baby formula in the master bedroom.

 

“Honey~♥”

 

I walked up behind my husband as he prepared the formula and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.

 

“Hehe.”

 

I peeked my head forward to see Cheshire’s expression, only to find him silently lost in thought.

 

How is it possible… even that expression looks handsome.

 

Doesn’t it seem like he’s deeply contemplating his position as a four-star general, the future of the armed forces, the welfare of the soldiers, and the direction the military should take?

 

“Whew.”

 

Deep sigh.

 

He must have a lot of worries of his own.

 

He’s a four-star!

 

“Bya!” 

 

After finishing the formula, Cheshire held Jamie in his arms and gave him the bottle.  

 

He looked at him lovingly.

 

“Lilith.”

 

“Mhm?”

 

Cheshire looked at me and said. 

 

“Let me just ask you one thing. I feel like it’ll keep bothering me if I don’t ask what you were thinking.”

 

 “What?”

 

“While we were eating earlier.”

 

“Ah!”

 

Since all the guests were soldiers during the meal, they naturally talked a lot about the military.

 

It seemed like he had a lot on his mind, and just as I expected, Cheshire was worried about the future of the military.

 

Of course—I, the wife of a four-star general, too!

 

It’s definitely something worth worrying and thinking about!

 

“Ahem! What should I say….” 

 

But somehow, I felt embarrassed, so even though I was preparing something nice to say in my head, I tried to dodge it once.

 

“Would hearing what I think really help?”

 

“What?” 

 

“No! I’ll answer sincerely, so ask!”

 

Cheshire took a deep breath as if he was about to say something difficult, and then asked.

 

“Why did you peel the shrimp for the private?”

 

“…Huh?”

 

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