“Ah, Bingpo! What’re you doing? This is my job!”
“Chiyan, your cooking’s miles below mine, okay? Did you forget last time you made home cooking, Mom and Dad passed out for three whole days?!”
“I-I’ve improved, alright! My cooking now is totally on your level!”
“Get out of the way, you’re messing up my dish!”
“No way, no way, let me do it!”
Bingpo and Chiyan crowded the kitchen in the forest villa, both dragons vying to handle the cooking. After all, to win someone over, you gotta win their stomach first. Cooking’s the fastest way to rack up favor points.
By the way, the ice dragon’s named Bingpo, the red dragon’s Chiyan. They’re twin sisters, but who’s the older and who’s the younger… uh, that’s still unclear.
Though twins, aside from looking alike, they’re nothing alike.
Bingpo’s sharp-tongued, a bit scheming, and loves teasing Chiyan.
Chiyan? Well… she’s a total doofus.
Their parents must be some serious powerhouses to produce these two.
Filo lay on a living room chair (two chairs pieced together), hands behind her head, eyes staring at the ceiling.
Get bored of the salted-fish life?
No, no, no. That just means you haven’t grasped the true essence of salted-fish living.
A real salted-fish pro can conjure countless worlds in their mind through sheer imagination.
Protagonists, side characters, story plots, world systems—in your fantasy world, you play however you want, and no matter how wild, you never die!
Compared to the real world, where messing around risks death or at least 100% drains your stamina, Filo’s godlike brain calculated that salted-fish life is the world’s ultimate truth.
Filo slowly closed her eyes, ready for a nap, when a table nearby clanged with a crisp collision sound. Startled, Filo scrambled up from her lying position.
She turned to the table. The food was ready.
And it was covered by two bowls, so Filo couldn’t see what it was.
“Master, try my dish!” Bingpo clasped her hands, grinning.
Filo nodded, reaching to open Bingpo’s dish, when Chiyan rushed out of the kitchen, holding her own dish.
Hers wasn’t covered by bowls, so Filo saw it instantly.
Black as tar, with some unidentifiable stuff on it, bones mixed in, and—why the heck was it bubbling?!
Filo gulped hard. Before Chiyan could speak, Filo quickly raised a hand.
“Chiyan, set your dish on the table. We’ll get to it later. I’ll try Bingpo’s first.” Filo hurriedly opened Bingpo’s dish.
Whoosh!
Golden light burst from the wooden bowl, nearly blinding Filo.
Could this be the legendary…
Golden Legend!
Filo rubbed her eyes hard and looked at the dish again.
Now it seemed normal, but not entirely.
Golden fish dish—how’d she pull that off?
Intrigued, Filo picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece, and popped it in her mouth.
“Mmm… tasty… huh?” Filo froze mid-chew.
Something’s off with this flavor.
Tasty? Tasty… no, absolutely disgusting!
Gulp!
Filo, face grim, tilted her head back, forcing down the “delicacy.” After swallowing, she raised her fist, rapidly pounding her chest.
“Master! Is it not good?” Bingpo tilted her head, confused. No way, it looks so good—how could it not taste good?
Bingpo was puzzled; Chiyan was ecstatic!
“Hahaha, Bingpo, Master clearly doesn’t like your food! Mine’s the way to go!” Chiyan excitedly held up her dish, looking like she’d won.
Filo’s lips twitched, eyeing the bickering dragons. Suddenly, that interface popped up again, but this time it showed the dragons’ stats, not hers.
Name: Bingpo
Gender: Female
Race: Non-Purebred Ice Dragon
Level: LV599
Status: No abnormalities
Base Strength: 3000
Base Endurance: 2000
Base Agility: 3500
Skills: Ice Dragon Breath, Ice Arrow, Dragon Claw, Super Enhancement, Proud Will…
Titles: [King Candidate] [Dragon Genius]
Among Bingpo’s skills, Filo found why her dish was so bad.
[Dragon Trait: Loss of Taste]
Dragons don’t have taste buds? No wonder her cooking’s awful…
Wait, Bingpo said Chiyan’s cooking knocked out her parents. If they’ve got no taste buds, how’d she do that?
Filo, dumbfounded, looked at Chiyan’s dish. An interface about the dish popped up.
[High-Level Poison Enhancement]
“…”
Good grief, cooking up poison—and high-level poison at that. Truly a dragon genius.
Filo shook her head helplessly, stood from the chair, rolled up her sleeves, and marched into the kitchen.
“Forget it, I’ll do it myself. As someone who’s watched Chinese Little Chef, making a dish is a piece of cake, right?”
Filo dove headlong into the kitchen, turning it into a battlefield. Bingpo and Chiyan felt the killing aura and were too scared to enter.
“M-Master, what’s she doing…?”
“Hmph! You don’t even know what Master’s doing? Total dimwit.”
“Who’re you calling a dimwit?!”
“You, dimwit!”
“I’m gonna lose it! Let’s go!”
The dragons started brawling again, while the kitchen battle raged for half an hour.
When Filo emerged, she held a pot of fish soup, her hard-won victory from countless kitchen skirmishes.
Filo glanced at her soup. A tiny interface popped up.
[Inferior Food]: Tastes bad but at least edible, non-toxic.
Filo sighed heavily, one hand wiping sweat from her forehead.
“Finally done. This nearly killed me. Cooking’s this hard…” Filo muttered softly.
Looking at the dragons brawling ahead, she suddenly felt something was off and froze.
“Why am I cooking myself? What happened to my salted-fish life…” Filo stared at the fighting dragons, her face twisted like she’d eaten a bitter melon.
These aren’t two helpful apprentices—they’re two living treasures! o(╥﹏╥)o
Tftc!
Stupid MC falling into the “I want to be lazy, but I’m gonna form connections with troublesome people. Why? Well… I don’t know. Probably for some flimsy reason that could have easily have been handled by mind controlling the bears.”
did you not read? the bears cant do the dishes thats the only reason