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"What do you want?" she asked coldly, raising her knife.

"Whatever...whatever." I swallowed, my legs shaking a little.

She retracted and began to cut. Every time she made a cut, I felt as if the blade was falling on me, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Suddenly, the sound of the knife stopped, and she stuck her head out again, pointed at me with the kitchen knife that was stained with red liquid, and asked, "How much do you want?"

"One...a small plate is enough." I began to tremble, was she hinting at something? Will I finally face the end of my life after running a harem?

After a while, the maid finally brought out a plate of fruit salad, red, white, yellow, and green, mixed with white salad dressing. The color was pleasant and appetizing.

It’s not dark cuisine, it’s unscientific!

I took a bite carefully, and my face suddenly turned red, white, yellow, and green. It turns out...that's it, this little maid finally made a breakthrough in her cooking skills and could make dark dishes look good.

Someone come and save me. I looked up at Princess Sanwu and suddenly found that the kitchen knife was still in her hand. The most important thing is that her upper body seemed calm. Under the heel-length maid skirt, I clearly knew

Feeling her moving her toes secretly, the princess came towards me and hit me on the forehead.

So, I silently picked up the spoon that I had put down and ate it with tears in my eyes.

"Hey, has Little Jasmine prepared breakfast for you? It's really strange." At this moment, Vilas, who was very shy just now, appeared, looked at me in surprise, and then looked at Sarah in front of me, showing a reassuring smile.

.

"Little Jasmine, you did a good job. You should get along well with the adults."

No, I can't play with her anymore!

With fruit stuffed in my mouth, I stretched out my hand to Vilas's departing figure without tears, like a drowning person about to sink.

"A lot of breakfast has been prepared. Since little Jasmine has made it for the adults alone... why don't you send some to Sister Angelil?"

Don't abandon me!!!

I burst into tears. Suddenly, at this moment, a golden light appeared, a small golden retriever animal, reserve dry food, and a dead dog. For some reason, he chose to come to the elves with us this time. At this time, he was holding its dog bowl.

There was fragrant grilled fish on it, and I was happily ready to find a place to feast on it. When I passed by, I didn't forget to give me a look of contempt.

It’s you!

I roared in my heart and suddenly shouted: "Elia, give this dead dog a chance to show some color!"

Shocked to hear the name of its mortal enemy, the dead dog's body shook violently, and the dog bowl it was holding in its mouth fell. It immediately lowered its four short legs, looked around with a grin on its face, and made a threatening sound.

That's it now!

With lightning speed, I pounced on the dead dog with the fruit salad in my hand. By the time it reacted, it was already too late. I spread the fruit salad all over the grilled fish and then sat down.

Next, he patted the dog's head and smiled without saying a word.

"Leona, Vilas just said that we should love each other and get along well. Look, let's share delicious food together."

Leona stared blankly at her beloved grilled fish that was messed up by the fruit salad. A pair of beady eyes were barely exposed from the golden curls, with apocalyptic horror, using her little dog nose,

She sniffed the grilled fish. The look of horror in her eyes deepened, as if she was still unwilling to accept the reality. She opened her mouth with great effort and took a bite of the grilled fish with fruit salad.

The mixed flavors in her mouth turned the panic and disbelief in Leona's heart into boundless anger. She raised her head and roared with a roar, her eyes flashed fiercely, and she fiercely bit the damned Druid in front of her.

A battle between man and dog immediately started. The whole living room was filled with chaos and smog. Many furnitures were staggered. The furniture that could be placed in the crystal tree could not be ordinary goods. Every piece of it could almost tell the story.

A long history and infinite feelings.

After all, a dead dog has a broken pattern. With my physical advantage, I quickly pinched the meat of the back of its neck, picked it up, and let its four short legs dance wildly without even thinking of hurting me.

"Hey hey hey, grilled fish with fruit salad, why don't you take a bite?" I smiled sinisterly, like a villain. I was about to stuff the grilled fish in the dog bowl into the dead dog's open mouth, but suddenly turned around,

I saw Princess Sanwu right in front of me.

Her face was expressionless, but her trembling body and calves had exposed the fact that she was angry inside. She was going to suffer. She just took advantage of trapping the dog to death, but forgot that the real owner was still there.

It fully proves the saying that when a mantis stalks a cicada, the oriole follows behind. Princess Sanwu's princess kick responded to the situation and landed accurately on my calf.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Willas hummed a beautiful prairie tune and carefully held a plate of delicious pastries in her hands as she came back from Angelil.

"Hmph~~~~ I made too much breakfast and gave it to Sister Angelil. Unexpectedly, she was also ready. I received a gift in return from her. How do you make this kind of pastry? I have never done it before.

I’ve seen it before, it must be a special recipe unique to the Angel Clan. I’m really looking forward to it. I can’t wait to rush back and let the adults have a try. If the adults like it, you can try to infer the making method based on the taste and materials to see if you can

The cooking is as delicious as Sister Angele’s, hee hee.”

Thinking about it, this dog-like girl couldn't help but laugh happily. There seemed to be a dog's tail wagging happily behind her, as if she was holding a bone in her mouth and couldn't wait to get it.

The puppy rushed back to share with its owner.

"Sir, I'm back, and I've brought back something delicious... Huh?" After returning home, Vilas's voice turned into an exclamation as soon as she heard it.

A fierce battle was taking place in the messy hall. A certain druid was sitting on an overturned chair, forcing his Sanwu maid to lie down on his lap, and spanking her buttocks with his hands.

A golden pug took the opportunity to bite a certain druid's calf, which happened to be the painful spot where the princess had just kicked him. The pain became more painful and the injury became more severe, causing the certain druid to scream, and then

He didn't even bother to spank the little maid's butt. He grabbed hard and swung the killer calf away from his feet.

"Oh!" Leona roared angrily. As a dragon princess, she naturally inherited the basic characteristics of all dragons, which is to hold grudges. That damn shameless, despicable little druid wanted to do this.

Just throw her away? There is no door!

So Leona rolled a few times in mid-air, like a kung fu superstar. When her hind legs hit the obstacle, she kicked hard. Suddenly, her body was flying upside down with the help of this force.

It was like a sharp arrow that had taken off its string and rushed forward again.

It's just that the obstacle on which my feet were pushing was a bit unstable. It seemed like I would fall over as soon as I pushed on it. Otherwise, my speed could be doubled.

Leona, who was facing the enemy, couldn't think too much, let alone look back to see what she had knocked down. She yelled and rejoined the battlefield. Facing the evil Drew

Yi's calf started to bite, and she vowed to become a professional calf killer.

Just biting and biting, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why did this bastard Druid seem to have given up resistance and was indifferent to his terrifying sharp teeth that would cause pain to anyone he bit.

The vindictive Leona was afraid that this was a ploy, so she still refused to let go, but raised her beady eyes.

Hey. What is this idiot Druid doing? Not only that, but also little Jasmine.

If it was just a stupid druid who was in a daze, Leona would definitely not be fooled. But if even little Jasmine was the same, it meant that the situation had changed.

So, she reluctantly let go of her mouth, raised her head, looked at the two dumbfounded people in front of her, then turned her head and looked towards the door, following the gazes of these two people.

At this sight, Leona's curly hair suddenly stood up, as if she was electrocuted. If the destruction of the grilled fish was the end of the world for her, then the scene in front of her should be the end of the universe.

Veras stood at the door with her hands in front of her chest, as if holding up the air. A round tray that was supposed to be held in her hands fell to her feet, and the cakes on the floor were scattered and broken.

Because it was as sticky as cake, some of it landed on Willas's head, face, and clothes, turning this puppy into a Dalmatian... no, a pastry dog.

Why did Vilas become like this, and who was the culprit? Leona figured it out almost in an instant. Could it be that when she stepped on it just now, she would have just stepped on the tray in Veras' hand, and put the tray

Did you knock down all the pastries on top?

Although Leona wanted to deny this fact, the eyes of the crowd were sharp. In addition, there was also the presence of Vilas, the torturer, which meant that there were both witnesses and physical evidence, so she couldn't rely on it.

My grilled fish... stuff pissed off Veras. She won't cook grilled fish for me anymore, so what should I do? Oh my God, that's not right!

Leona felt "shenyin" in pain, but she soon discovered that grilling fish was the next best thing. The biggest question now was whether she would survive until later.

Willas stared blankly at the air in her hand, as if the plate was still on it. Finally, she lowered her head blankly, looking at the tray on the floor and the sprinkled cakes. She was too surprised and was stunned for several beats.

Nerves finally connected all the previous experiences in series.

The adult was playing around with little Jasmine and Leona, and then, Leona kicked down the cake she was looking forward to giving the adult to try.

The answer is so simple, but there is something profound in the simplicity.

Veras squatted down without saying a word, picked up the tray, and then picked up the cakes scattered on the ground one by one. Most of these cakes were broken and covered with dust. They were definitely inedible.

During this process, the three of us kept silent and exchanged greetings, just like prisoners on the execution ground. Every little move of Vilas made our hearts tremble.

After cleaning up the ground, Veras stood up with her head lowered. Her face could not be seen, which made it even more terrifying.

"Sir, little Jasmine, Leona."

"Yes!" The three of us stood at attention.

"I have been saying since a long time ago that food cannot be wasted."

"Yes...yes, I did say that." Three eyes fell on those cakes covered with mud. If we could be forgiven just by eating these, we would definitely do so without hesitation.

Do.

However, no matter how angry she was, she was still a kind-hearted Vilas. There was no way she would let us eat these pastries, and knowing this made her even more afraid.

Finally, Vilas raised her head, and her dark eyes hidden by her bangs were finally revealed, with tears rolling down her face, and she murmured in a choked voice.

"Original...originally I wanted you to have a taste..."

"Originally... I wanted to let the adults eat pastries with new flavors."

"Originally I wanted to... I wanted to make more food for adults to enjoy."

"I originally thought I could eat it happily with adults...with adults."
To be continued...