Life After Being Claimed by the Disabled Dragon Lady - Chapter 6

The housekeeper, Marcia, and the servants had already prepared breakfast. The golden plates shimmered with a dazzling light in the sun, and the centerpiece vase held blooming red roses.

Violet sat at the head of the table, with Long ling sitting right next to her on Violette’s right.

Two cups of warm fresh milk were brought over by a servant and placed in front of each of them.

Housekeeper Marcia, with temples graying, was a Beta Dragon. Her eyes had many fine wrinkles, but her cheeks looked rosy and healthy, bearing the characteristics of the Fergus family—aged, yet elegant and capable.

She asked gently, “Your Highness, did you and Miss Long ling rest well last night?”

Violette took a sip of milk and replied faintly, “It was alright.”

Long ling’s ice-blue eyes immediately lit up.

If the wicked dragon lady was satisfied with her, did that mean she wouldn’t have to go to the ranch to milk the cows!

Violet’s peripheral vision caught the little milk dragon’s smile, and the corners of her red lips subtly lifted.

Housekeeper Marcia also showed a pleased smile upon seeing the harmonious look between the two.

Since Her Highness Violette injured her dragon tail, her mood had become increasingly gloomy. Much of the time she ate alone, and no sounds were allowed around her.

Her Highness had sealed off her inner self, and the entire manor had become silent.

But now, after just one night, the gloom on Her Highness’s face had considerably dissipated.

She could tell that Her Highness liked this little dragon very much. The little silver dragon was sitting so close, and Her Highness not only didn’t get angry but also gave a good evaluation.

The bread in the oven was ready just then, and a sweet fragrance instantly filled the room.

Housekeeper Marcia quickly turned around and took out the slightly browned whole wheat bread from the oven.

She used a sharp dinner knife to slice the bread. The light and fluffy scent spread, leaving white, soft pieces on the plate.

Housekeeper Marcia sniffed the fragrance, then used a long-handled wooden spoon to scoop a large spoonful of blueberry jam from a glass jar.

The blueberry jam exuded a sweet fruit aroma, spread thick on the slices of bread, looking somewhat wobbly.

Long ling watched as Housekeeper Marcia used several large scoops to finally spread the blue jam, and then immediately spread another thick layer, the jam almost overflowing.

Long ling’s bright eyes were fixed on it, silently counting down the time until the jam would collapse.

As the aged hand pressed down another slice of bread, the generous amount of jam finally succumbed to the weight and fell, the sweet blueberry jam landing on the glittering gold plate.

The first plate of food was presented to Violette by Housekeeper Marcia. Next, she was about to prepare Long ling’s portion.

These dishes were the same as what she had eaten yesterday. She was amazed by the blueberry jam the first time she had it, but eating too much would be overly sweet.

Long ling spoke up, “Please wait, Housekeeper Marcia, may I spread the blueberry jam myself?”

Housekeeper Marcia looked up and asked, “Miss Long ling, is the breakfast not to your liking?”

Long ling explained, “No, I just want to add the flavor I prefer myself.”

Housekeeper Marcia shook her head disapprovingly: “That is against the rules. You are Her Highness’s fiancée, such things only require you to instruct me.”

Housekeeper Marcia did not stop what she was doing; she was an elderly lady who was quite stubborn about certain things.

Violette was accustomed to this kind of breakfast and Housekeeper Marcia’s care, but she had always dined alone.

Now, with a clingy little milk dragon suddenly beside her, it seemed a bit more lively than usual.

Violette parted her red lips slightly: “Let her do it herself.”

Housekeeper Marcia immediately bowed respectfully and left the living room with the servants.

The entire living room instantly became quiet enough to hear a pin drop, with only the hot food still emitting a sweet aroma.

Longling understood that her fiancée was the owner of this manor, and she must firmly hug the wicked dragon lady’s golden thigh from now on.

Violette noticed the little milk dragon’s gaze. Supporting her chin with her palm, she asked lazily, “Staring at me like that, is there blueberry jam on my face?”

Violette leaned against the chair back, arms crossed, her raven-like long hair draped behind her head, deliberately trying to tease the little milk dragon.

Facing the wicked dragon lady, she always easily became very nervous, like someone who had never seen the world.

Long ling’s cheeks were hot. Clenching her fists, she said, “No, I’m going to get the blueberry jam now.”

Before Housekeeper Marcia left, she had sealed the jar of blueberry jam, but not tightly.

Long ling opened it easily. She spread the bread flat on the gold plate and only scooped out one spoonful of blueberry jam.

Her hand was steady, and she controlled the amount of jam in one scoop perfectly. The brightly colored jam lay on top, reflecting a beautiful sheen in the sunlight.

Long ling felt her spirits lift naturally as she smelled the sweet aroma of the jam. This amount of sugar was just right for her, and the taste of the food could also calm her frantic mood.

Violet’s eyes fell on her blueberry jam bread. Long ling immediately pushed her bread plate toward her.

Long ling’s ice-blue eyes blinked slightly, and she sincerely said, “For you to eat. I can make another one.”

Violet looked at the pitiful little milk dragon and looked away; she wasn’t so petty as to snatch bread from a little milk dragon.

Long ling saw the wicked dragon lady shake her head, and then noticed a large piece of smoked ham on the table: “There’s some smoked ham here. Would you like me to grill a few slices for you?”

Violet nodded slightly. Only then did Long ling pick up the chef’s knife, roll up her sleeves, and the sharp blade was extremely obedient in her hands.

With a few swift, smooth cuts, about ten slices of smoked meat, thin as a cicada’s wing, were carved from the ham.

The slices of smoked meat had distinct muscle fibers, a pinkish color, and were continuous. The rich oil glistened, as transparent as paper.

The sliced smoked ham was evenly spread by Long ling on a baking tray, which was then placed inside the fireplace for roasting.

Pine wood was used in the fireplace, carrying the scent of pine resin as it burned. Red flames danced inside, and as soon as the tray was placed in, it was quickly roasted.

The smoked meat slices were cut very thinly, and in just a few seconds, the heated iron plate stimulated a layer of beautiful oil from the moist meat, and the characteristic flavor, aged for three years, wafted out.

Long ling used a silver-bright knife blade to lift the ham slices out, arranged them in a shape like blooming petals on a white porcelain plate, and then took two thin mint leaves from the vase to use as garnish.

“Have a taste, Duke. I think the flavor should be quite good.”

Violet was slightly stunned; she had been completely engrossed in watching the little milk dragon prepare the ham.

Long ling’s concentration and the enthusiasm she exuded, along with her exquisite and neat knife skills, made her unable to help but watch.

Such knife skills should belong to a highly proficient swordsman, requiring many years of fundamental practice.

Violet remembered when the little milk dragon restrained her wrist yesterday, those hands were warm and tender, with delicate, smooth skin, without any calluses, not looking like a dragon who would diligently practice cooking.

When the slices of smoked ham were brought up, the aroma of the ham assailed her in waves, tempting her taste buds.

The smoked ham slices were thin as a cicada’s wing and beautifully plated. Violette picked up a slice and put it in her mouth.

The smoked ham was perfectly balanced in lean and fat, and the heat was just right. Too much, and the meat would be dry; too little, and the oil would be too greasy.

It could be said that this was the most perfect slice of smoked ham she had ever eaten.

Violet had eaten a bit of smoked ham before, but the chefs’ knife skills were poor. The smoked ham slices were cut unevenly in thickness, and after eating for a while, it would start to feel greasy.

Violet delicately chewed, savoring it gracefully. The moist and tender texture of the ham was excellent, almost melting in her mouth immediately.

After she had eaten ten slices in a row, she realized the plate was empty.

Long ling timely collected the plate, smiling warmly: “Is it delicious?”

The little milk dragon had some beads of sweat on her forehead. Standing next to the intense fireplace, her pale cheeks were flushed light pink again. Several strands of her silver-white long hair were damp with sweat and tucked behind her ear, and her strawberry-scented pheromones also spilled out.

Compared to the freshly baked bread with a wheat aroma and the perfectly roasted ham slices, the little milk dragon herself resembled a strawberry cream cake.

The strawberry cake was almost melting, and the sweet creamy scent seemed to linger at her nose, making her throat feel somewhat dry.

Violet’s eyes darkened slightly, and her red lips slightly opened: “Not bad.”

For a diner to be satisfied with a chef’s cooking is the happiest thing for the chef.

Long ling smiled: “Then I’ll go make you more slices of smoked ham!”

Long ling immediately turned around and cut more slices of smoked ham. She controlled the thickness of the smoked ham slices with precision.

Rather than cutting meat, it was more like a swordsman showing off skill, but for Long ling, this was just the basic skill of an Imperial Chef.

The flames in the hearth weakened a bit, and Long ling was about to get some pine wood to add to it.

The strawberry-scented pheromones were moving farther and farther away from her.

Violette lowered her eyes and took a bite of the blueberry jam bread on her own plate.

The blueberry jam Housekeeper Marcia put in the bread was too much. The sensation as it melted on her lips and tongue was overly sweet, not comparable to the strawberry-scented little milk dragon she had yesterday.