Protect Our Chief

"Woo woo~ So tender, so fresh, it melts as soon as it enters the mouth, the flavor just goes on and on." The bright-eyed, white-toothed simple-hearted girl Lan Wan’er was so excited that tears were about to spill out. "Sister Lici, this is even better than that iron-pot Dragon Whale stew we had last time."

The chubby head chef laughed. "There are many ways to eat Dragon Whale, each with its own flavor. For iron-pot Dragon Whale stew, it’s best to use the big meat along the spine and the head, bones, tail and so on, and stew over ten thousand jin in one giant pot—that’s when it really tastes good. You two noble young ladies, if there’s a chance later, you can try my stewing skills."

"Why wait till later?" Wang Lici, who looked a bit silly and cute, licked the fish oil at the corner of her mouth, expression like a greedy bug had been hooked, and said, "We’ll eat iron-pot Dragon Whale tonight. Cook two pots, one pot each for me and Wan’er."

From Wang Lici’s tone and swagger, it was obvious she’d made a fortune recently. Yet despite not having seen her for many years, Time seemed to have left almost no marks on her. She still had that bit of dopey baby fat, looking like a teenage girl.

Only now, at some point a four-clawed little dragon had coiled itself around Wang Lici’s arm.

Its scales were a pretty diamond shape, a leaf-like emerald green. Its body was only about three feet long, as thick as a normal girl’s wrist, looking small, dainty, and quite cute.

Right now, it was lazily wrapped around Lici’s arm, its head resting on her shoulder, looking utterly listless.

"Two pots?"

The head chef broke into a cold sweat. These two girls could really eat; they’d just ordered three thousand jin of Tier Eight Dragon Whale belly, and now they wanted stewed Dragon Whale for dinner as well?

But according to the business philosophy of the Immortal Cave Mansion, the customer is an immortal. As long as they could pay in Immortal Crystals, then they were like a True Immortal descended to the mortal world and had to be properly worshipped.

"Sister Lici, won’t two pots be a bit too much?" Lan Wan’er, while a little excited, was also unsure. "I figure I can only manage another third of a pot at most."

After all, this was Tier Eight Dragon Whale Flesh. Even though she’d followed Wang Lici all this way and gained countless benefits, her Bloodline Talent still couldn’t fully handle it. She’d only just managed to mix her way up to Great Celestial Pride Grade B, and was still one step short of the Purple Mansion Realm.

"It’s fine," Wang Lici said. "I’ll eat whatever you can’t finish. Ever since I advanced to the Purple Mansion Realm, my appetite’s grown a lot. It’s just Immortal Crystals—we’ve got plenty now."

"Awoo awoo~" The mini Little Green Dragon, hearing this, suddenly lifted its fist-sized head in excitement and roared in protest. "Awrch awrch~~~~ arw arw arw..."

The meaning was very clear: those Immortal Crystals were bought with the wealth I painstakingly hoarded. This is what you call "the kid selling grandpa’s fields without feeling the pain."

But before it could finish howling, Wang Lici flicked it on the head with a sharp knock and sent it back down.

She poked its head with her finger and said, "Mutant Little Green Serpent, get this straight: that wealth was the hush money you voluntarily handed over so I wouldn’t eat you."

"Besides, were those Heavenly and Earthly Treasures ever really yours? As long as I eat you, those Treasures were mine to begin with. You’d better get your identity straight—you’re my backup emergency rations now. If you dare howl nonsense again, don’t blame me for eating you."

The Little Green Dragon shrank its head into her arms under her poking, so angry its whole body went cold and trembling.

I, the dignified Ancestor of the Wood Cyan Dragon Race, actually got my head poked and scolded by a brat like you. If I weren’t currently lacking in strength, I’d have given you a proper beating already!

You damned girl, you remember this for your Ancestor. As they say, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Sooner or later, you’ll realize just how ridiculously wrong you were!

However, now that the dragon was under someone else’s roof, it had no choice but to bow its head. It decided it was better to act cutesy first.

"Awooo awooo~~"

The Little Green Dragon let out a soft, coquettish awooo, rubbing its dragon head—bumped up in two little bulges—against her neck to curry favor, as if saying, "I was wrong, please forgive me, Master."

Seeing this, Wang Lici picked up a piece of Dragon Whale Flesh and fed it to it, praising, "Now that’s more like it. Don’t think that just because you mutated a few claws out, you get to call yourself a dragon. This young lady has eaten plenty of dragons, and I’ve never seen one hatch directly from an egg and be this tiny. If you behave yourself, you can follow me, Wang Lici, and eat well and drink even better."

"Sister Lici is so kindhearted. If it were me, I’d have eaten this half-Jiao-half-Green-Python mutant little snake long ago." Lan Wan’er praised sincerely from the side.

"Forget it, forget it, we’ve eaten so many Green Python Eggs already, it’s not like we’re missing this puny little snake that hasn’t even finished developing." Wang Lici put on a magnanimous, merciful act.

Her fate with the Little Green Serpent went back several decades.

It started when she indirectly received a letter from the family, mentioning that her grandnephew An Ye was going to marry two Little Princesses. This sort of joyous event that brought glory to the family, of course Wang Lici was delighted.

But lacking a proper wedding gift, she egged on her Master and Lan Wan’er to take down a lone Wood Green Dragon that had bullied them before. Aside from the share they sent as a gift, they split the rest among themselves.

Who knew that this move would bring the Wood Sacred Land’s Green Dragon Race’s pursuit down on their heads.

The master and disciple duo plus one Lan Wan’er were hunted quite miserably. The only good thing was that they were all very experienced in being hunted; their escape experience was ridiculously rich, and they slipped away cleanly several times in a row.

It was just that the Wood Green Dragon Race was extremely troublesome; they could never fully shake them off. At that point, Wang Lici remembered something her Fourth Uncle once said: "The most dangerous place is the safest place."

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