Marcia, the head housekeeper, had already prepared breakfast with the help of the servants.

The golden dishes sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight, and a vase of blooming red roses adorned the center of the table.

Violet Fuges sat at the head of the table, with Long Ling sitting close beside her on Violet’s right.

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

Marcia’s temples were streaked with white.

She was a Beta dragon with many wrinkles around her eyes, and her cheeks looked rosy and healthy.

Possessing the Fergus family’s traits, she was aged but still elegant and capable.

She inquired softly, “Your Highness, did you and Miss Long Ling rest well last night?”

Violet took a sip of milk and said blandly, “Acceptable.”

Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes lit up instantly.

If Miss Evil Dragon was satisfied with her, then wouldn’t she be spared from having to milk the cows at the pasture!

Violet caught the smile on the little milk dragon’s face out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her red lips tilted upward almost imperceptibly.

Seeing the harmonious scene between the two, a gratified smile also appeared on Marcia’s face.

Since her dragon tail was injured, Her Highness Violet’s mood had become increasingly gloomy.

She spent a lot of time eating alone, and no sound was allowed around her.

Her Highness had closed off her heart, and the entire manor had become desolate.

But now, after only one night, much of the gloom on Her Highness’s face had dissipated.

She could tell that Her Highness really liked this little dragon.

The little silver dragon was so close, yet not only did Her Highness not get angry, she even gave her a good review.

The bread in the oven happened to be ready at that moment, and the sweet aroma filled the entire room.

Marcia quickly turned around and took out the lightly browned whole-wheat bread from the oven.

She used a sharp knife to slice the bread, and the slices emitted a light, fluffy fragrance as they landed on the plate like white cotton.

Marcia sniffed the aroma and 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, fruity fragrance, and she spread a thick layer of it on the bread slices, making them look a bit wobbly.

Long Ling watched Marcia use several large spoonfuls, struggling to spread the blue jam, and then immediately spread another thick layer, so much that the jam was about to overflow.

Long Ling’s sparkling eyes stared at it, silently counting down the time until the jam collapsed.

As the old hand pressed down another slice of bread, the overflowing jam finally gave way and fell into the glittering golden plate.

Marcia brought the first serving to Violet, and then she was about to prepare Long Ling’s portion.

These dishes were the same as what she had eaten yesterday.

She had been amazed by the blueberry jam when she first tasted it, but it became too sweet and cloying after eating too much.

Long Ling spoke up, “Please wait, Head Housekeeper Marcia, could I spread the blueberry jam myself?”

Marcia looked up and asked, “Miss Long Ling, does the breakfast not suit your taste?”

Long Ling explained, “No, it’s not that. I just want to add my preferred amount.”

Marcia shook her head disapprovingly,

“That’s not proper. You are Her Highness’s betrothed. You only need to instruct me to do such things.”

Marcia did not stop her movements, being an old woman who was quite stubborn about certain things.

Violet was used to eating this kind of breakfast and to Marcia’s care, but she had always dined alone.

Now that there was suddenly a clingy little milk dragon by her side, it seemed a bit livelier than usual.

Violet parted her red lips slightly, “Let her do it herself.”

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

The entire living room became as silent as a tomb, with only the steaming food still emitting a sweet fragrance.

Long Ling understood that her betrothed was the master of this manor, and that she needed to firmly grasp Miss Evil Dragon’s golden thigh in the future.

Violet sensed the little milk dragon’s gaze, propped her chin up with her palm, and asked lazily, “Staring at me like that, do I have blueberry jam on my face?”

Violet leaned back in her chair, arms folded, her raven-like long hair draped behind her head, intentionally teasing the little milk dragon.

When facing Miss Evil Dragon, she always easily became nervous, like someone who had never seen the world.

Long Ling’s cheeks were hot, and she clenched her fist, “No, I’ll go get the blueberry jam now.”

Before leaving, Marcia had sealed the jar of blueberry jam, but not tightly.

Long Ling opened it easily, spread the bread on the golden plate, and only scooped out one spoonful of blueberry jam.

Her hands were steady, and she controlled the amount of blueberry jam perfectly.

The brightly coloured jam sat on top, and the sunlight shone on it, emitting a beautiful halo.

Smelling the sweet fragrance of the jam, Long Ling’s mood naturally improved.

The right amount of sugar for her, and the taste of the food could also calm her flustered mood.

Violet’s gaze landed on her blueberry jam bread, and Long Ling immediately pushed her own plate of bread towards her.

Long Ling’s ice-blue eyes blinked gently as she said sincerely, “Here, you can have it. I can make another one.”

Violet looked at the pitiful little milk dragon and averted her gaze. She wouldn’t stoop to snatching bread from a little milk dragon.

Seeing Miss Evil Dragon shake her head, Long Ling noticed that there was a large piece of smoked ham on the table, “There’s also some smoked ham here. Would you like me to grill a few slices for you?”

Violet nodded slightly, and Long Ling picked up a chef’s knife, rolled up her sleeves, and the sharp blade became extremely docile in her hands.

With a few extremely light and fluid strokes, about ten slices of smoked meat, as thin as cicada wings, were shaved off the ham.

The smoked meat slices had clear marbling, the meat was a powdery pink, and they were continuous and unbroken.

The moist sheen was as crystal clear as paper.

The cut smoked ham slices were spread thinly and evenly on a baking sheet by Long Ling and placed in the fireplace to bake.

Pine wood was used in the fireplace, emitting a fragrant aroma of resin when burned.

The red flames danced inside, and the baking sheet heated up very quickly as it was placed inside.

The smoked meat slices were cut very thin, and in just a few seconds, the red-hot iron plate had coaxed a beautiful layer of oil from the moist meat, releasing a special flavor that had been aged for three years.

Long Ling used the shiny blade of the knife to pick up the ham slices, arranging them in a shape that resembled blooming flower petals, placed them on a porcelain white plate, and took two mint leaves from the vase to place beside them as a garnish.

“Have a taste, Duchess Violet, I think it should taste pretty good.”

Violet was slightly stunned. She had been immersed in watching the little milk dragon handling the ham.

Long Ling’s focus and the enthusiasm exuding from her body, combined with her exquisite and neat knife skills, had made her unable to help but watch.

Those knife skills should belong to a very skilled chef, and mastering them would require many years of basic training.

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

When the smoked ham slices were brought up, the aroma of ham wafted over, tempting her taste buds.

The smoked ham slices were as thin as cicada wings, and the plating was exquisite.

Violet picked up a slice and placed it in her mouth.

The smoked ham slices had an even distribution of fat and lean meat, and the heat was controlled just right.

Any more, and the meat would become tough; any less, and the oil would be too greasy.

This could be said to be the most perfect smoked ham slice she had ever eaten.

In the past, Violet had also eaten smoked ham, but the chefs’ knife skills were not good, and the smoked ham slices were cut unevenly, becoming a bit greasy after eating a few more slices.

Violet gently bit with her pearly teeth, chewing slowly and elegantly.

The crystal-clear and tender texture of the ham was excellent, almost melting in her mouth instantly.

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

Long Ling collected the plate at the right time, smiling warmly, “Is it tasty?”

Some beads of sweat had formed on the little milk dragon’s forehead.

Next to the hot stove, her fair cheeks had been flushed a light pink, and several strands of her silver-white hair were damp with sweat and tucked behind her ears.

The strawberry-scented pheromones were also released along with it.

Compared to the wheat-scented bread and the properly roasted ham slices just now, the little milk dragon herself was more like a strawberry shortcake.

The strawberry cake was about to melt, and the sweet cream scent seemed to linger at the tip of her nose, making her throat feel a bit dry.

Violet’s gaze darkened slightly, and her red lips parted slightly, “Not bad.”

A diner being satisfied with a chef’s cooking skills was the thing that made the chef the happiest.

Long Ling smiled, “Then I’ll make you more smoked ham slices!”

Long Ling turned around and hurriedly cut some more smoked ham slices, and she also controlled the thickness of the smoked ham slices very precisely.

It was less like cutting meat and more like a chef showing off their skills, but for Long Ling, this was just the basic skill of an imperial chef.

It wasn’t until the flames in the hearth became a little weaker that Long Ling went to get some pine wood to add.

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

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

Marcia had put too much blueberry jam in the bread, and the sensation of it melting in her lips and tongue was a little too sweet, not as good as the strawberry-flavoured little milk dragon she had eaten last night.