Three Meals a Day, Just Potatoes — Novel

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In a world where family ties dictate every decision, one woman finds herself trapped between duty and desire. Fresh out of college, she’s thrust into an arrangement by her well-meaning grandfather—a wealthy suitor, a trip to the grasslands, and a future that seems to shimmer with promise. But when she meets Jason King, the man her grandfather believes is the perfect match, everything spirals into chaos.

From the moment they step into the airport, Jason's antics with a suitcase full of potatoes challenge everything she thought she knew about wealth and propriety. As he shoves potatoes into his mouth to avoid extra baggage fees, she’s left grappling with embarrassment and disbelief. Who is this man? Why is he so obsessed with thrift? And how can a family’s legacy be so tied to something as mundane as a potato?

As their journey unfolds, tensions rise and secrets simmer beneath the surface. Can she maintain her composure while Jason insists on a frugal lifestyle she can’t fathom? With every encounter, they clash, revealing not only their differences but a magnetic pull that neither can ignore. Will she be able to learn the true value of love amidst the chaos of family expectations, or will the weight of tradition crush any chance of happiness?

Three Meals a Day, Just PotatoesChapter 1

On the day I graduated from college, I had just received my diploma when Robert Lane, my grandfather, rushed to arrange a family-arranged date for me.

He said the guy’s parents had been business partners with our corporation for years, that he was well-mannered and came from a wealthy family, and that I’d never be mistreated if I married him.

For the sake of Grandpa’s health, I reluctantly agreed to start as friends with the man and even agreed to travel together to see the grasslands near Portland.

I never expected this date to turn out to be a nightmare — he literally forced me to eat his mother’s homemade potato stew three times a day!

When I refused, he righteously lectured me:

"Aren’t you just the pampered daughter of a small family-owned factory? Stop acting like a spoiled princess!"

I was stunned — he actually had no idea who I really was. But for Grandpa’s sake and the long-standing business ties between our families, I chose to stay silent.

As soon as the trip ended, I told him we were not a match.

To my shock, Jason King later showed up carrying a bag of spoiled potato stew, threatening me: