Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 14

The head of the household had spoken, so Long Ling could only obediently choose to comply.

“I understand.”

Long Ling lowered her head and drank a few mouthfuls of the unpleasant-tasting meat soup. Her mind was still preoccupied with the pub and the two cases of wine she had brought back.

The wicked dragon mistress definitely wouldn’t care for wine of that quality. Who could she sell it to? Would the general store owner be willing to take it?

She would have to ask to find out. Maybe she could make a little bit of money.

After Long Ling stopped talking, the entire dining room fell silent.

The little whelp dragon’s nose was red, and she was drinking her soup tearfully, making Virlot doubt whether she was too strict with the little whelp.

Long Ling was not her subordinate, and she did not need a subservient servant.

Violet put down her spoon and asked Long Ling, “You went to the pub today. Was everything smooth?”

At the mention of the dilapidated pub, Long Ling had a lot she wanted to complain about.

The pub was in ruins, the road was terrible, and repairs would cost a fortune. She was so poor her skirt pocket was cleaner than her face, and she wanted to just give up and ignore everything.

But complaining to the wicked dragon mistress in this way would be like gaining her pity through misery.

Long Ling answered seriously, “I asked the general store owner when I went. The previous owner had been sick and hadn’t run it for over ten years. There’s a lot of dust inside, and it will probably take a while to clean up.”

Violet inquired, “Do you want to run the pub? There are a lot of loose rocks on the road; do you need the road repaired?”

Long Ling’s eyes showed hesitation: “It’s not urgent. I can handle it myself.”

Violet stared at her face and immediately made arrangements: “Don’t push yourself if you get hurt. I’ll arrange for the road to be repaired. You’ll take a carriage from now on, and I’ll assign a few servants to you.”

Violet’s few words instantly solved her pressing problem!

Long Ling habitually refused: “That’s too much. I don’t know how I can repay you?”

Violet’s narrow eyes narrowed, and her tone was icy: “Repay me slowly.”

Violet’s dark-gold eyes often gave people a cold and indifferent feeling. A black trench coat enveloped her curvy body, and the light reflected by her ruby necklace exuded a high-profile luxury.

The wicked dragon mistress might be rich, but she would remember anything owed to her!

Wuwuwu, so she would still have to repay it slowly!

Long Ling was already super moved inside. The wicked dragon mistress doing so much for her must mean she cared about her, right?

Long Ling’s cheeks felt hot, and her heart felt warm, but she still couldn’t just accept the wicked dragon mistress’s help so casually.

“I’ll write you an IOU, that way—”

She didn’t finish the last half of her sentence. Violet glanced at her coldly.

“Rather than that, you’d be better off warming my bed properly tonight.”

Long Ling was now thinking of more than just warming the bed; she wanted to upgrade her service for the wicked dragon mistress.

Long Ling shyly asked, “Just warming the bed?”

Violet slightly raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on one hand: “What else do you want to do?”

Long Ling blushed and cautiously said, “It’s what you just said couldn’t be said here.”

Violet couldn’t help but curl her lips: “You’re allowed to say it now.”

Long Ling was momentarily dazzled by Violet’s bright smile. When the wicked dragon mistress was in a good mood, she felt like a sunny day.

Long Ling was a bit thin-skinned and only had a little bit of courage, so she changed the way she phrased it: “I want to make you more comfortable.”

Violet gazed at Long Ling’s clear and pure eyes, her low voice carrying a magnetic quality: “Are all young Alphas like you these days?”

Long Ling was slightly stunned: “What are other Alphas like?”

Violet curved her red lips, her cool eyes filled with shimmering water, and she elegantly picked up her spoon to stir the meat soup in her bowl.

Long Ling didn’t quite understand what the wicked dragon mistress meant.

Had Violet dated other Alphas before accepting her?

Most Omegas liked dominant, powerful “Big A’s.” She wasn’t a “Big A,” nor was she strong enough.

Long Ling clenched her fingers, took a deep breath, and her thick eyelashes fluttered many times in distress as she slowly drank her soup.

A moment later, Violet, sitting at the main seat, opened her red lips: “If you don’t like that soup, there will be a dessert tonight. Tell Marcia the housekeeper your usual preferences, and have the chef make you a separate portion every day.”

“Since you are living here, besides obeying me, everyone else will listen to your orders.”

Violet’s words were already considered gentle. She always meant what she said and never conversed too much with others, let alone flirted casually at the dinner table.

Long Ling was clearly stunned. Was the wicked dragon mistress giving her special privileges?

She had served as the Imperial Chef in the palace for so many years. Ancient emperors would only grant a very favored concubine the right to order dishes separately from the Imperial Kitchen; otherwise, the concubine could only eat the most ordinary rations.

Was she considered very favored now, to the point of being able to order separate meals?

This was something she wouldn’t have dared to dream of before. The surprise came too quickly!

Long Ling blinked her bright eyes and, seizing the opportunity, boldly proposed her idea: “Then could I have my own kitchen? I like to cook myself. The food I make is very delicious, and I’m very good at it.”

When she mentioned the kitchen, Long Ling was filled with enthusiasm. She used to practice her knife skills and arm strength every day to ensure her craft wouldn’t decline.

She also had a treasured knife she never parted with, gifted by the Emperor, said to be crafted by the best artisan of the time. Long Ling had always cherished it, wiping it several times a day.

She also had a few iron woks that were perfectly seasoned—black, shiny with oil, and not heavy to hold. They were non-stick, and the dishes cooked in them carried a natural aroma.

The flavors of life, the tastes of the four seasons, were all within her one wok—this was her proudest achievement.

Unfortunately, she had transmigrated, and she hadn’t brought anything with her.

However, if she could have her own little kitchen, she would be very satisfied. She could slowly acquire the other things.

Violet saw the sparkle in the little whelp dragon’s eyes, a sparkle that was absent when Long Ling looked at herself.

Her lips tightened, and the back of the hand gripping her spoon tensed slightly.

Long Ling felt the wicked dragon mistress’s gaze instantly turn cold, realizing she had been too presumptuous. She carefully said, “I’ll make you lots of delicious food, all guaranteed to be things you’ve never tasted before. I can promise you’ll definitely like them once you try!”

The light in Long Ling’s eyes was full of hope, making it hard to crush it.

Violet put down her spoon, crossed her arms, and leaned against the back of her chair, her dark-gold eyes looking at Long Ling.

As the highest-ranking race on the continent of Ode, no noble would train their young dragon to be a cook. Most families would teach arcane magic and combat skills based on the dragon’s physique.

Violet knew a little about Long Ling’s family—a family that produced beautiful Omegas. Even the previous generations of patriarchs were Omegas. Long Ling’s mother was once the most favored in the clan and was arranged to marry the previous Queen, but a change occurred, and she ran away, gave birth to Long Ling, and entrusted a dragon to send the dragon egg back to the clan.

Such an Alpha, no matter how precious to the Arnold family, was a source of shame for the family.

But Violet’s title was not granted by the current Queen; it had been passed down for generations since the founding of the dynasty, giving her deeply entrenched status. Therefore, when choosing an Alpha, she didn’t need to consider the layers of entanglements involved.

Long Ling was indeed the most pleasing to the eye among all the eligible Alphas. When a stack of portraits was brought over, she chose the pretty, silver-white little dragon from among the many Alpha dragons.

This did not mean she was completely indifferent to the little whelp dragon. If the Arnold family had mistreated the young dragon, she would administer the appropriate punishment to that family.

After all, every infant is precious to the Dragon race.

Violet said flatly, “No noble would become a chef.”

The clear water in Long Ling’s eyes instantly wet her eyelashes, making her dewy eyes look even more pitiful.

Violet slightly opened her red lips: “But this is my estate. You can only cook for me, understand?”

Long Ling’s nose was red, and she nodded emphatically in disbelief: “I will only cook for you!”

Soft and easily bullied, without any aggression, even when rejected, she would only look at people with tears in her eyes.

Violet looked at the crystalline tears falling on Long Ling’s porcelain-white face and said to Long Ling, “Come here.”

Long Ling’s eyes were slightly red, and she walked over obediently.

Violet helped wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, her tone low and gentle: “Since I have allowed you to cook, you can also manage the estate’s farm. Do whatever you like.”

At this moment, Long Ling swore in her heart that she would never secretly call Violet the Great Evil Dragon again. She was the best dragon in the whole world!