Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar, and salt.
Anyway, let future , four years from now, worry about everything. At least for the next four years, I can remain a happy little sea tiger.
There are so benefits too. By then, I can use my married status as a handy excuse and then trot out Little Dragon Lady saying, "Look, my daughter is already this big."
But it seems there's sothing very important at ho, but whatever, if I've forgotten it, it probably wasn't a big deal.
Since things are like this, let's head ho first.
...
At Xue Dili's ho.
At this ti, Fafnir had been staring at the entrance for more than six days in a row.
"There's no need to be in such a rush, he'll probably be back today or tomorrow," the aunt said, placing the freshly bought vegetables into the basin and starting to wash them, occasionally yawning.
"Uh-huh, auntie~ what kind of girls does the teacher like~" Fafnir imdiately rushed over to help her aunt wash the vegetables, her tone full of coquetry. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging like a helicopter rotor by now.
"What kind of girl does Xue like?" This actually left the aunt stunned.
To be honest, Xue Dili's preferences were unknown to her, or rather, he wasn't soone with too many specific likes, but was more accepting of family affection.
However, she thought of the cartoons Xue Dili often liked to watch and also the other Little Xue's wife. She thought of their commonalities and said, "Do you want to hear it?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" At this mont, Fafnir's imaginary tail could almost create a sonic boom cloud from wagging.
With a slightly teasing tone, the aunt said, "White clothes..."
Fafnir looked at her blue clothes and imdiately prepared to online shop for a white coat.
"Quiet..."
Fafnir imdiately sat up straight, pretending to be a well-behaved girl.
"Wears glasses..."
She imdiately placed an order to get a pair of non-prescription glasses.
"White hair..."
Fafnir froze instantly, painfully reaching for her light pink hair.
"Red eyes..."
She took out a mirror, looking at her own golden eyes in despair.
"Tall stature!"
This was the ultimate blow. Fafnir silently placed her hand on her neck and then smoothly slid down to her abdon, with no obstacles like mountains in the way.
Yeah, flat as a pancake and utterly impoverished...
She collapsed directly onto the sofa, the previously feigned quiet and well-behaved girl image instantly lost its form, like a salted fish that had lost its dream.
"And most importantly, not too possessive or competitive, but rather relaxed and easy-going like a family mber." The aunt finally ntioned what she considered key characteristics.
The greens and eggplants she was handling were already washed clean, her knife skills were superb, and in no ti she had the eggplants sliced and had begun heating the wok after picking out the greens.
"Hmm..." Fafnir swallowed hard, sinking into the sofa cushion.
I can't do it... The earlier ones I could try to achieve by dyeing my pink hair white, but the later requirents are completely unachievable...
Actually, to be honest, she didn't like the pink hair her mother gave her at all; every ti she looked at it, she would rember the dark, endless days in the castle.
The ti she got to see the sun each day was just a few minutes, completely like a bird in a cage, spending the first half of her life that way.
The sound of slicing at continued on the cutting board, the oil in the pan making a sizzling sound as it boiled, and the aroma of frying oil once again made Fafnir swallow hard.
For the days she had been crashing als here, she felt like she had gained weight.
While the cuisine in the Kingdom was rich, it mostly consisted of starch mush like mashed potatoes, grilled at, or so oddly twisted dish where they'd chop off a fish head and serve it on a plate.
Every al felt like torture, and she always believed that this was just how food was ant to taste, just ant to fill the stomach.
But in the few days since coming here...
Stir-fried, quick-fried, deep-fried, boiled, pan-fried, covered, braised, plus KFC and McDonald's. In just a few days, she truly understood the aning of the word "gourt."
Even the simplest ho-cooked stir-fry, she found endlessly delicious.
Tears once again flowed uncontrollably from her mouth.
She promptly wiped her tears and calmly listened to the sizzling sound as the eggplants were placed into the hot oil in the kitchen, her pointed ears unconsciously twitching.
It's just a pity her thighs gained weight, but her chest remained unchanged.
One of her dreams had been twenty-five percent fulfilled, leaving room for a fluffy puppy, visiting Da Gu, and seeing her old village.
Oh right, and living together with the teacher.
As for the Kingdom...
She had already sent all 12 Knights back to the country, leaving everything there to take its course. Anyway, she had always been a hands-off queen.
Then, at this mont, Fafnir's pointy elf ears seed to catch that long-missed familiar voice coming from outside the door.
"You have to behave later, call her grandma when you see her, understand?"
"Uh-huh..."
"Keep your mouth sweet, don't upset the elder, and act sunny and lively... Actually, forget it, I never said that. You're too lively, almost silly, and I have no idea who you learned it from."
"Mm-hmm..."
"Then I'll open the door."
The door opened, and Xue Dili said, "I'm back!"
"Master!" Fafnir suddenly launched forward and rushed over, but the next mont, she was stunned when she saw a dazed girl in front of her.
Little Dragon Lady saw the less-than-140cm tall Little Fafnir charging over. This eight-month-old child could only look down at her, so she said in a childish voice, "Granny!"
Xue Dili: "..."
Fafnir: "..."
The atmosphere suddenly froze, with Fafnir and Little Dragon Lady staring wide-eyed at each other. Inside the room, only the sound of the dish simring in the pot and the cawing of crows outside could be heard.
Xue Dili finally realized he'd forgotten sothing.
So this is where the headache lies...
"Let's eat first," Auntie said, bringing out a large plate of minced at and eggplant.
...
At the dining table, Little Dragon Lady was desperately grabbing various dishes, eating with oil dripping from her mouth.
Beside her, Xue Dili expressionlessly used a napkin to wipe her mouth. This girl had previously been gnawing on bread, initially thinking it was the best thing in the world. Today, she gained so new insights.
"You say this child is your daughter?" Auntie said, rubbing her temples in distress.
Last week, a little kid under 140cm ca saying they were looking for Xue Dili, and days later, he brought back a 160cm tall, eight-month-old daughter...
What a headache.
On the other side, Fafnir, like a cat with its fur standing on end, folded back her elf ears upon hearing Little Dragon Lady was Xue Dili's daughter, almost as if she was going to hiss.
"Well, technically, she's my daughter..." Xue Dili explained the matter in brief, basically how World Consciousness assimilated his genes and birthed such a strange child.
And she's a Dragon Race hybrid.
Xue Dili had actually considered leaving the child with the Dragon Race to raise, but decided against it.
After all, with half of his own bloodline in her, she looked a bit foolish and might end up easily swayed by the Dragon Race's Elder Council.
Besides, that world has been in chaos lately, with a whole load of Plant Monsters, Fallen Mystic Scholars, and all sorts of miscellaneous troubles.
Just leave her at ho for Auntie to raise. Later, take her to Boston to see if she likes gnawing on the roots of the Divine Wood. If she does, great. If not, open a Teleportation Gate for a Giant Dragon to co and gnaw them instead.
He was afraid this might also cause problems in the Main World if left underground in Boston.
Can any dragon refuse the root of the Divine Wood?
After listening to Xue Dili's words, both Auntie and Fafnir were silent.
Fafnir breathed a sigh of relief, her elf ears reappearing, and she tiptoed forward to pat Little Dragon Lady's head, saying, "Good baby, say 'sister'."
"Sis... sis..."
"Ah!" Fafnir smiled brightly as she stroked Little Dragon Lady, who also showed an expression of enjoynt.
Except for her 160cm height, her personality and cognition were really just like an eight-month-old child.
"She doesn't have a na yet?" Auntie continued, pressing her temples with a headache.
"Ugh!" Xue Dili was taken aback, only now realizing the issue. Little Dragon Lady didn't have a na; he'd been calling her "Little Dragon" all this ti.
"You're kind of a natural airhead..." Auntie sighed, watching Little Dragon Lady eat rrily. She suddenly took the rice cooker and scooped a large spoonful for her.
"Thank you, Granny!" Little Dragon Lady happily ate away without any unnecessary thoughts, only knowing that "eating is great!"
"Let's co up with a na first, then figure out how to register her," Auntie said as she looked at the goofy big child. "Should we send her to school later? Kindergarten or first grade?"
Xue Dili: "..."
This child should go to kindergarten, but her 160cm height entering kindergarten would indeed be shocking.
"Seems not feasible for school either. I'll take ti to teach her so reading and speaking basics, then learn a little simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and after so education, directly send her to middle school?" Auntie asked.
"Okay, let her learn a bit more. If it really doesn't work, I can also take so ti to teach her," Xue Dili said, confident that he was quite good at teaching children.
Look at Fafnir; wasn't she taught quite well?
"What's the child's na then?" Auntie continued. The two began flipping through dictionaries or using AI tools to find a nice-sounding na.
"How about Hui Liuli?" Xue Dili asked.
Auntie: "..."
"How about Lingyi? Lushi? How do those sound?" Xue Dili asked again.
"Xue Lingyi, Xue Lushi... Do you think those sound like legitimate nas? You might as well go with the initial suggestion, Xue Liuli." Auntie was speechless, suddenly feeling that maybe this child was a bit too naive—his naming skills were at elentary school level.
Xue Dili, after all, is the one who ca up with the na "Birdman Armor."
"Xue Liuli? This na is great; it sounds powerful and can easily counter any effects!" Xue Dili agreed with the choice.
Auntie: "..."
"Forget it, I'll do it. Since you've always called her 'Little Dragon,' let's include 'Dragon' in the na. How about Xue Linglong? She can keep being called 'Little Dragon' in the future," Auntie finally ca up with a barely passable na.
"Linglong... Spirit Dragon..." Little Dragon Lady seed to really like this na, saring rice and oil as she nuzzled against Xue Dili.
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