The reserve food raised is the Elf King

One day, Isabella and Eric were having a daily chat and asked about some of the hidden attributes of the dragons. They happened to find that their dragon scales actually had new and different uses——

After eating it, it cures all diseases.

[Lance doesn’t look too good. Can he eat it? 】

[Eat it, just give him two pieces, and I guarantee that he will be full of energy immediately. 】Eric swore and boasted all over the place, boasting about its effectiveness.

[However, considering the fragile teeth of elves, I suggest you grind the scales before giving them to them. and……】

Isabella was impatient and interrupted Eric's long talk, [I know, brother. The virtues of our dragon clan - don't like to show off, and are good at keeping things private. I won't tell Lance what I feed him. 】

The dragons are full of treasures, their saliva is poison, and their tears are antidotes. Even their fingernails, which are replaced regularly, can be used to forge weapons.

However, as a race that loves to plunder other people's treasures, it is natural to be stingy and selfish, and it is absolutely impossible to generously provide help to others.

In addition to feeding their own food reserves.

Wool comes from sheep.

Only by feeding the reserve grains till you are fat and fat will you have greater gains in the future.

Isabella: The honest smile of the farmer uncle when he is looking forward to the harvest jpg

Miss Dragon thought of the mountains of discarded scales in her ring and had been gearing up all day, so she decided to make a pot of soup for Lancelot in the evening.

Healthy, nourishing, nutritious and energy-rich soup.

So after class, she didn't say hello to Lidya and ran home as fast as the bell.

Lancelot was doing experiments in the cloud laboratory today and said he would come back later.

For the first time, Isabella took the initiative to enter the kitchen alone.

She stayed for a moment, recalling the elf's usual cooking steps, and patted her forehead: "Ah, let me think about where the pot is..."

Isabella rummaged around in the clean and tidy kitchen for a while, and found a very beautiful-looking large iron pot from the cabinet.

Take out three large scales and throw them into a pot filled with hot water.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang," there were several crisp sounds, and the hard scales hit the bottom of the pot, which gave people a toothache.

Made a mistake, come again.

Isabella silently dug out the scales and broke them into pieces with her fingers.

But after breaking it into pieces and throwing it in, the silver-white scales are still very conspicuous. Even if it is boiling water that is so hot that it bubbles, it cannot melt the scales at all.

Oops, I forgot to ask my brother what material I would use to grind the scales into powder!

Ms. Dragon, who had never cooked before, fell into deep thought.

Steaming white mist slowly rose from the pot. Isabella stood in front of the iron pot that was half a person tall, with a serious look on her white and tender face.

She stared directly at the big iron pot where "Gululu" was bubbling, as if she was thinking about the most difficult question in the final exam.

Then, maybe this is the only way...

Isabella puffed up her cheeks, moved her stomach twice, spit out one or two drops of clear liquid, and melted into the iron pot with a "snap" sound.

Stir a bit with a large wooden spoon.

The scales were motionless.

Didn't you put enough?

The concentrated version of saliva specially condensed by the dragon is very corrosive and toxic, and can melt most of the substances on the continent.

But Isabella rarely uses her own saliva, and she doesn’t know the specific amount.

She squeezed in two more drops.

The scales melted!

Isabella was about to show an expression of joy and excitement when she suddenly discovered! The wooden spoon that had been sitting in the pot started to melt too.

A small hole appeared somewhere at the bottom of the iron pot, and the water in the pot began to gush out.

Isabella: "??!"

Do not!

I quickly plugged the hole in the bottom of the pot with my hands, and then I was caught off guard and was scalded.

She was so panicked just now that she forgot that her skin was much more sensitive after turning into human form than in dragon form.

His palms suddenly turned red.

But before Isabella could retract her hand, water began to leak from another part of the iron pot.

Depend on! What a broken iron pot, garbage quality! !

Unable to block it with her two hands, Isabella hurriedly formed a big tail and directly picked up the whole pot and put it on her tail.

This time, the leaking place was finally blocked tightly.

Isabella finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a pack of sparkling tears in her eyes, and looked at the two big blisters on her palms with tears.

woohoo.

"Bah, bah."

Tears fall.

Catch it quickly, don’t waste it!

Isabella immediately stretched her head to the pot and dropped her tears into the cauldron that had successfully melted the scales into liquid.

The toxicity of saliva requires tears to detoxify it.

I don't know how many drops are needed.

Isabella tried her best to squeeze away her tears, but she couldn't cry anymore.

Forget it.

That should be...enough...right?

Isabella herself felt guilty even as she spoke. She looked speechlessly at the dark, bubbling strange liquid in the large iron pot riddled with holes, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

Is this really drinkable?

How about adding something else to disguise it.

Pretending to make a pot of soup?

……

So, before Lancelot returned home, Isabella hurriedly went to the shop where the herbivorous races loved to visit in the market and bought a lot of brightly colored food.

Ice crystal-colored carrots, pink broccoli, and various unknown fruits that shine brightly.

The owner of the market stall saw Isabella picking out the ingredients and stuffing them into her own basket, unable to stop her.

I had no choice but to wipe my sweat on the side and tactfully hinted, "Miss, why don't you let your boyfriend pick the ingredients himself?"

Every ingredient she picked was beautiful, colorful and sophisticated enough to be placed directly on the plate as a garnish.

——The problem is that these are indeed decorative ingredients.

It's something that normal herbivorous beasts don't like to eat.

The boss stood next to Isabella. When the distance between the two was relatively close, he could detect the aura of a ferocious beast that she had not deliberately concealed.

At first glance, she appears to be a carnivorous aristocratic lady who is in love and wants to cook different recipes for her partner.

Isabella opened a pair of big misty eyes, so innocent and cute.

"What's wrong, can't I buy food at this market?"

Isabella didn't pay attention to the misunderstanding about "boyfriend" mentioned by her boss.

After all, I can't just explain to everyone that I am raising food reserves for my own weak body.

The beautiful white-haired girl is innocent and cute. She is holding a small bag of pink pigment powder in her hand. These decorative pigments, which are specially prepared into the most delicate colors, are not as attractive as the natural thin red on her cheeks.

The boss's heart suddenly melted.

Oh, the cutie in enchanting love.

"Of course not, it's just..."

The boss began to worry that his words would disturb the enthusiasm of the little girl, so he thought about it for a moment and changed his mind.

When it comes to cooking for your lover, the important thing is not the result, but the romantic process.

So he shook his head and showed a supportive and encouraging smile: "Miss, you continue."

Secretly praying for this boyfriend, hoping that he will not have a stomachache after eating.

The God of Light bless you, unknown love warrior.

-

Lance Love Brave Lott looked at the large iron pot covered with golden patches in front of him and managed to keep a smile: "Bella, what is this?"

The holes in the bottom of the big iron pot were filled up with gold coins by the clever dragon lady. They looked pitted, but they were barely able to stop leaking.

The mysophobic elf has never seen such dilapidated kitchen utensils.

However, this is not a big deal.

What matters is...the weird liquid in the pot.

Colorful black.

Every angle reflects a different color.

The swamps in the Lost Forest don't look so poisonous.

Isabella felt Lancelot's hesitation, and immediately patted her chest and assured, "I promise you can really drink it, Lance! I stayed up all afternoon myself, and even put in all kinds of beautiful plants."

She showed the elf her shopping list at the market.

"..."

After reading it, Lancelot didn't want to drink anymore.

However, this was the first time Isabella cooked the soup for him.

How worth cherishing!

Reason in his mind advised the elf to stay calm and not drink the large pot of unknown liquid in front of him.

Sensibility was jumping and dancing crazily in his heart, almost melting the elf's heart into a pool of warm liquid.

"Then I drank it?"

Sensibility triumphs over reason, and the elf once again becomes a love brain.

Isabella looked forward to it eagerly: "Drink it, drink it all in one breath!"

She was actually a little unsure in her heart, but the expression on her face looked very confident.

Anyway...well, even if it's poisonous, Miss Dragon guarantees that she can successfully detoxify him 100%!

Lancelot drank silently while holding the big iron pot.

Isabella: "How does it taste!"

Lancelot seemed frozen and said nothing.

It’s over, it’s not really poisonous.

Isabella quickly moved over, wanting to open the iron pot and see the elf's face.

Lancelot took a deep breath and trembled out from his hoarse voice, "Bella, it tastes good. I like it very much."

However, the elf's face had begun to turn blue.

Even the color of his pupils gradually changes between gold and silver.

There was a faint black mist emerging from the body, and it instantly froze into gray-black frost.

Isabella: This doesn't taste good at all.

She didn't even have time to pay attention to the elf's eyes that turned silver again, as she was preoccupied with quickly detoxifying him. While saying in a panic, "Lance, wait a minute," he took an empty bowl on the table and ran away.

But she didn't know that she had accidentally given the elf the right potion to drink, which solved the problem of frost on his body.

It's just that... there was a slight error in the dosage control.

Lancelot put his fingers on his throat, trying to catch Isabella and tell her that he was fine, and he couldn't keep up with her speed.

After a while, Isabella came running back like a little whirlwind.

The hand is full of a bowl of bright liquid, crystal clear and sparkling.

"what is this?

Before Lancelot could ask any questions, Isabella grabbed his chin roughly and poured all of it into him in two or three strokes.

The liquid poured in from the corners of his lips, and the excess flowed down his chin and into his collar.

"Cough, cough!"

The elf coughed until tears came out.

He has never been so embarrassed in his life.

But the detoxification speed was very fast, and the blue color that had just spread to the neck turned white in the blink of an eye.

Isabella half-crouched in front of him, her watery eyes were red, and she sniffed with sobs.

She raised her three little paws and swore to God, "Lance, I will never feed you randomly again."

Looking at the little girl's red and swollen eyes, thinking that she was worried about being like this because of self-blame, Lancelot felt extremely soft in his heart.

He picked up Isabella and held her tightly in his arms, "Bella, don't worry, I'm really fine. And I do feel better."

From an academic curiosity point of view, the elf was curious about what she was giving him to drink.

The taste of the pot in front was too complex, but the bowl of transparent liquid in the back had only a faint smell of burnt sea salt, which was slightly delicious.

Isabella hesitated and refused to speak.

Nonsense, tell him that what he drank was a mixture of his own saliva and tears. This elf with severe mysophobia could probably spit it out on the spot.

She said vaguely, "If you think it's effective, I'll help you endure it next time."

Lancelot's expression froze, and he wanted to politely refuse.

But seeing Isabella's excited expression, she had no choice but to swallow her words hard.

"I promise it will taste better than this time!"

Lancelot: Why don't I believe it at all?

-

But Isabella was serious.

She remembered Francis who made super delicious soup and started sending him frantic messages.

But this rabbit ran away to do the task without knowing where he was, and he didn't even stay with other students from the Tower of Light.

She sent ten letters but received no response.

But the super rich little rich girl Isabella can always satisfy any of her needs.

She spent a fortune and finally managed to contact Francis.

[Brother, when are you going back to the academy! I want you to teach me how to make soup! 】

For this short sentence, Isabella spent at least five hundred gold coins.

Francis also didn't expect that Isabella looking for him was just such a small thing.

But he happened to be hesitant about something and wanted to talk to Isabella.

[Bella, you mentioned before that you have an older brother. How is he doing... now? 】

Eric?

Why mention him.

Isabella subconsciously didn't want to answer this question because it was beyond the scope of what ordinary students should understand.

But she thought about asking Francis to teach her how to make soup.

[My brother is staying at home. He says he is bored to death every day, so he expects me to come home after graduation to see him. 】

【You graduated and returned home...? 】

[Yes, if I don’t go home after graduation, where else can I go? 】

I don’t know which sentence stimulated Francis.

When Isabella received the letter again, it was Francis's affirmative answer.

【I decided to come back. 】

yeah!

Her soup cook will be home soon.

Isabella is very motivated and feels that her next pot of soup will be perfect!