Chapter 94: Kids shouldn’t be picky eaters, and adults are the same.

More than half an hour later, Leon went to Rosvitha’s room. Just as Muen returned, he was helping to bring dishes from the kitchen.

Leon hurried over and took the plate from Muen’s hand. “Go wait for dinner, Muen. I’ll take it from here.”

“Okay, thanks, Dad.”

With a plate of sandwiches and several cups of milk in hand, Leon was about to leave the kitchen when he noticed a dish covered with a lid on the counter. He gestured towards it with his lips.

“Do I need to bring that up too?”

Rosvitha glanced over while washing her hands and replied, “Not for now. Just bring what you have.”

“Alright.”

As Leon brought the dishes to the table, Muen had already tied his bib and was ready to eat. “Sandwich! Yay!” Muen cheered, holding up his fork.

Leon placed the sandwich in front of Muen. For himself and Rosvitha, breakfast consisted of simple milk and bread. Well, it was said to be simple, but it wasn’t really that simple. Dragon milk was top-notch stuff.

Unlike humans who used regular cows for milk, they used Ironhide yaks. Those things were genuinely S-class dangerous species.

While for other races, hunting them was a challenge, an honor, a feat; for dragons, they were a source of delicious beef products.

The nutritional value of the milk produced by Ironhide yaks was several times that of ordinary milk. Thanks to this, Leon’s body was able to recover so quickly.

After Rosvitha finished washing her hands, she also came to the table. She took off her apron, rolled up her sleeves, and tidied her hair. “Alright, let’s eat.”

“Dinner time!” Muen eagerly grabbed the sandwich and started cutting it with his knife.

The couple, with a silent understanding, pushed some side dishes towards Muen’s side of the table.

The young dragon girl, being quite young, naturally couldn’t notice the subtle details between her parents, but she knew that as long as she ate heartily, her parents would be happy.

She ate her sandwich while poking at the side dishes on the table. Muen ate with such enthusiasm.

Despite her small size, the appetite of a young dragon was considerable. She hadn’t reached the level of Rosvitha, who could go days without eating anything and be unaffected.

As they ate, Leon noticed that Muen had picked out all the purple cabbage from the side dishes and put it on an empty plate beside her. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then he heard Rosvitha say, “You shouldn’t be picky, Muen.”

Muen paused in her eating, a bit of sandwich bread crumbs still clinging to her lips. She blinked her pretty big eyes. “Mom, Muen doesn’t like purple cabbage, so Muen doesn’t want to eat it.”

“You’re at an age where proper nutrition is important. If you’re picky, you won’t grow tall. Right, Leon?” Rosvitha said.

“Huh? Let her eat what she wants—ouch!” Leon yelped as Rosvitha kicked his shin under the table.

“What did you say? I didn’t catch that,” Rosvitha said with a smile as bright as flowers.

Rubbing his leg quietly, Leon shot a glance at the dragoness. To avoid further entanglement, he said, “Um, Mom’s right, Muen shouldn’t be picky now. Balanced nutrition is important for a healthy body.”

After a pause, Leon added, “Sis never picks at her food.”

“Is that so? Then Muen won’t be picky either! It’s just purple cabbage, Muen isn’t afraid!”

With that, the young dragon girl speared the purple cabbage with her fork, eyeing it as if it were a formidable foe, then swallowed it in one gulp.

She puffed up her chubby cheeks and tightly closed her mouth, as if afraid the purple cabbage might escape from within.

After a moment of hesitation, Muen finally managed to swallow that mouthful of purple cabbage.

Leon indeed had a knack for handling his youngest daughter. But more than anything, he doted on Muen. “Alright, one bite is enough, take it slow. Have some more sandwiches,” he said.

“Thanks, Dad! Dad’s the best!” Muen exclaimed happily.

Rosvitha smiled faintly, then suddenly remembered something. “Oh, I forgot, I still have a vegetable salad to bring out. Wait a moment.” With that, she got up and headed to the kitchen. When she returned, she was carrying a bowl of salad.

Leon recognized the large bowl containing the salad. Wasn’t it the one he had seen covered with a plate in the kitchen earlier? But Rosvitha had just said it wasn’t necessary to bring it out, and now she said she forgot.

Leon swallowed subtly, feeling an uneasy premonition creeping into his mind. He glanced sideways at Rosvitha.

Rosvitha rested her chin in her hand, nibbling on a slice of bread.

Noticing Leon’s gaze, she looked back at him. “What are you looking at? Eat your food.”

“Oh…”

“Muen, try the vegetable salad,” Rosvitha said.

“Okay!” Muen leaned forward and scooped a small portion of salad onto her plate. “Wow, it’s carrots! We haven’t had carrots at home in a long time!”

Muen speared the orange-red pieces from the plate and happily put them into her mouth. Carrots.

Leon’s eating motion suddenly froze. The impact of this word on him was no less than his master calling him by his full name.

Before Leon could react, Rosvitha spoke again, “Muen, your dad has been eyeing that bowl of vegetable salad. What should you do now?”

Muen’s antennae twitched slightly. “Help Dad serve a portion!”

“Okay, then hurry up.”

“Sure thing!”

Once again, the young dragon girl got up and scooped a portion of salad onto Leon’s plate. “For Dad,” she said.

Leon looked down at the plate: salad dressing, cucumber, tomato, onion, and… carrot!!

It really was that thing!

What’s the difference between this and an SSS-class dangerous species?!

Leon’s hand holding the fork trembled slightly, and he unconsciously pulled his chair back a bit.

“What’s wrong, Leon? Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like the salad Muen served you?” Rosvitha asked.

“Um… Dad doesn’t like it?” Muen looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Leon pursed his lips and forced a smile. “No, I like it. Dad definitely likes the salad Muen served. Dad will eat it right away.”

“Yeah, Dad, eat up! Carrots are delicious!”

Damn it.

Why don’t you take after your old man when it comes to not eating carrots?!

Leon thought angrily as he toyed with the salad on his plate with his fork.

He polished off all the side dishes except for the carrots, then pretended to be satisfied as he patted his stomach. “Ah, it was truly delicious. Thank you, Muen!”

“If it’s so delicious, why not finish everything?” Rosvitha squinted and smiled, gesturing towards the remaining carrot dices on Leon’s plate. “Are you being picky too?”

“I… I…”

“Dad, you just told Muen that you shouldn’t be picky and that nutrition should be balanced,” the young dragon girl chimed in, mimicking her mother.

“Otherwise, you’ll be unhealthy. Dad, you always look so out of sorts, so you definitely can’t be picky!”

“Muen is right, Leon. Your health is already not good, so you absolutely can’t be picky,” Rosvitha spoke softly, as if she really cared about Leon’s health—well, she did indeed care.

“Come on, eat up. Don’t make Muen worry about your health.” With that, she affectionately reached out her hand and gently covered Leon’s trembling hand.

“Taking care of your body is more important than anything.”

Finally, the dragoness mouthed the word “husband” with her lips.

The taste of the carrot had rendered Leon unable to think straight. All he knew was that under the tacit cooperation of these mother and daughter, he had no choice but to eat the remaining carrots.

Fine!

He would eat it!

Would a top-tier dragon slayer be afraid of such a common vegetable?!

Eat! Just eat it! This humble meal…

Whoever said those who fear carrots aren’t heroes!

Leon speared the carrot dices and bravely stuffed them into his mouth.

In the moment when the carrot attacked his taste buds, Leon felt like he saw his death—although he had no idea what his death would look like.

“Oh~ Dad isn’t picky, Dad’s so great~ Then Muen wants to eat another piece of purple cabbage~” What a good daughter, you understand how to accompany someone.

Rosvitha smiled faintly, picked up a whole carrot from the table, and took a gentle bite.

Crunch—

Leon awkwardly turned his head to look.

He saw Rosvitha calmly chewing on that terrifying vegetable.

After noticing Leon’s gaze, she deliberately took another bite in front of him, chewing slowly in her mouth.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want to eat too? Here.” Rosvitha extended the carrot towards Leon.

Leon: Get this filthy thing away! Quickly!

Satisfied with Leon’s reaction, Rosvitha couldn’t help but feel pleased.

However…

Do you think it’s over, dear Mr. Casmode? Our days are still long ahead of us~