“You two, watch closely. This is barely edible cooking. I’m only showing you once, so memorize it well.”
In the kitchen, to salvage the situation, Filo had no choice but to personally teach these two dragons how to make something edible.
Dragons are supposed to be high-intelligence creatures, right? They should get it after one demo. Of course, Filo was too lazy to do a second round.
Bingpo watched Filo’s cooking intently, somehow pulling out a little notebook from nowhere, diligently jotting down every step of Filo’s process.
From how Filo flipped her hand, to the exact second she added seasoning, even the moment she accidentally sneezed—she recorded it all.
“I see, I see, got it.” Bingpo muttered softly while scribbling, while Chiyan, dazed, watched Filo, even sticking out a finger to start sucking on it.
“Wow… so Master’s a god-tier chef?” Chiyan mumbled, stammering.
Filo’s lips twitched slightly. God-tier chef? Who’s a god-tier chef? Not me! You’re calling a “chef” who makes barely edible, low-tier food a god-tier chef?
New Oriental chefs would probably cry hearing that.
In no time, Filo whipped up another low-tier dish. Bingpo had noted every detail, while Chiyan didn’t write a single word, relying entirely on her brain.
Then Filo had them each recreate her dish. Both nodded eagerly and dove into the kitchen.
Half an hour later, Bingpo came out before Chiyan, holding a covered dish, adding some drama by hiding it under another bowl.
“Master, this time I won’t let you down!” Bing
po grinned, lightly lifting the covering bowl with a flourish.
Golden… no legend.
Just a normal dish, not exactly like Filo’s but close enough to be identical.
Filo grabbed chopsticks, picked up a small piece, and put it in her mouth. Her cheeks trembled slightly.
Gulp.
“Tasty.” Filo hesitated, barely adjusting to the flavor. As expected, it matched her own “low-tier food” taste, but at least it was way better than their earlier attempts. It was edible, anyway.
A few minutes later, Chiyan came out of the kitchen, looking rough—face covered in black soot, coughing.
“Whoops, almost flopped…” Chiyan hustled to Filo’s side, placing her dish on the table.
Surprisingly, despite her sooty face and coughing, like she’d failed, her dish looked totally normal, nearly identical to Filo’s and Bingpo’s.
Filo picked up chopsticks, took a small bite, chewed, and said, surprised, “Exactly the same. Impressive.”
“Hehe, I’m a genius.” Chiyan giggled, one hand scratching the back of her head, head high, her smile bursting with pride.
“Tch, blind cat catching a dead mouse,” Bingpo scoffed.
“How dare you talk about your big sis like that? I’m a genius!”
“Correction, I’m the big sis.”
“Argh, I’m the big sis!”
Bingpo and Chiyan instantly started brawling again. Filo sighed helplessly, one hand covering her face.
With these two living treasures around, a normal salted-fish life seemed impossible. But… I’m not giving up!
Salted-Fish King, I’m destined to be!
Filo raised a fist, lips twitching, her mind full to the brim with “positive energy.”
The human-form dragons tumbled into a ball, rolling on the ground bang bang bang. In human form, they lost most of their fighting power, scrapping like kids, their biggest attack—hair-pulling.
“Haha, looks like I’m winning in human form!” Bingpo seized the chance, grabbed Chiyan’s hair, and whooshed her out like a shot put.
“I’ll be back!!!”
Bang!
Chiyan flew out of the villa.
“Hehe, winner of the 9,999th match—me!” Bingpo clapped, grinning.
“Oh, Master! What’s your three sizes? I can make clothes. Let me make you one!”
“Uh, clothes are fine, but three sizes… I don’t know.”
“No worries, I’ll measure now!”
Bingpo stepped toward Filo with a grin. It was just measuring, but Filo’s brain blared a string of urgent “alarms.”
“Y-You, don’t come closer, I’m your Master…”
“Exactly because you’re Master, I need to measure carefully to make the best clothes. Master, there might be some physical contact during measuring, please forgive me!”
“What? You’re saying ‘might’ but meaning ‘definitely’?”
“Might (definitely)!!!”
“…”
Three days later.
Filo lay salted-fish style on the outdoor recliner, eyes on the sky. The sun hung high, shining on her, but it didn’t faze her salted-fish vibe.
As a True Ancestor with the Ultimate Being title, how could Filo fear sunlight? Garlic and crosses? Pfft, no problem. Otherwise, this Ultimate Being would be too pathetic.
“Hmm… why do I have a bad feeling…” Filo muttered softly on the recliner, brows slightly furrowed.
Chiyan was outside chopping trees. Bingpo hadn’t left the villa in three days, just working on that outfit. Just a dress, was it that serious?
As an aspiring Salted-Fish King, Filo couldn’t fathom it, but she was faintly excited for the new clothes, mixed with a bad feeling.
Bang!
The villa’s door burst open. Bingpo rushed out, hands behind her back, clearly hiding the finished outfit.
“Master! The clothes are done. You’ll love them! Guess what style they are!” Bingpo said, head high, proud and smug.
“Hm… Zhongshan suit style?”
“Uh, never heard of it.”
“Hm… then a suit style?”
“Uh, haven’t heard of that either.”
“I got it, tuxedo, right?”
“Tux… what? Is that clothes?”
“…”
Filo listed every clothing style she could think of, but Bingpo hadn’t heard of any.
Guess this world’s culture is totally different from Earth’s.
As Filo thought this, Bingpo shook her head and revealed the outfit.
“The hottest style among humans lately. I saw it once and perfectly recreated it, with upgrades. Master, you’ll love it!” Bingpo said with a smile.
Filo looked at the outfit and “petrified” on the spot.
J… J… JK uniform?!!
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[T/N: If you’re not familiar… Joshikousei = schoolgirl]
Tftc!