The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Yay~ Lucia's starving after walking all this way~"

Lucia rubbed her deflated belly, her mouth constantly secreting dragon's saliva.

"After sleeping all day in the carriage, how could you possibly be tired?"

Ron's lips twitched. The serfs had been following behind, traveling sixty miles a day without saying a word, but this little lazy dragon was exhausted.

Hehe~ I'm not tired, just really hungry~

Lucia told the truth that she wasn't tired, but she got hungry quickly, perhaps because of the bumpy carriage ride.

"But you'll probably have to go hungry for the next couple of days."

Ron took the head seat and began to speak with a serious expression;

"Because we didn't prepare enough barbecue on the way, your food has been reduced by half."

The main problem is that this little water dragon eats too much. It will probably take another four days to get to the swamp, and with the way she's eating right now, there definitely won't be enough meat.

"Ah~~"

Upon hearing this news, Lucia felt as if the sky had fallen. She would do anything, but the food supply absolutely could not be reduced.

"My lord~~~"

She clung to the man's arm, swaying it back and forth, pleading for more food.

"There's nothing we can do. If you eat an extra leg of lamb today, you'll have to eat one less tomorrow."

There's nothing we can do about it. The swamp is rich in resources, and only after we form a hunting team can she eat as much as she wants.

However, there are conditions: either you must be hardworking and capable, or you must be lazy yet hardworking...

In short, it's impossible to get something for nothing.

"I'll go check the neighborhood later and see if I can hunt some game."

As she grows up and her perception improves, Fria is confident that she can hunt some prey, and then everyone can have a private meal together.

"Fria is the best~"

Lucia is like this; she's happy as long as there's food, and she'll rub against her friends.

They ate roasted meat in the open air in the center of the camp, while the knights on the outer perimeter also ate well, with meat at every meal.

Ron knew very well that as a combatant, he had to keep up with his nutrition, with at least three ounces of meat, bread, and plenty of fruits and vegetables at every meal.

Only in this way can the energy required for training and combat be maintained; otherwise, even if one takes the full version of the magic potion, it will be in vain if daily nutritional intake is insufficient.

The people on the outermost edge set up small pots, boiled water, added chopped onions, stirred it, and a bowl of soup to warm the stomach and dispel the cold was ready.

Then they crumbled the black bread, soaked it in soup until it softened, and ate it. That solved their dinner problem.

Some people also add wild vegetables to the soup, which are all picked along the way, and some people pick some wild fruits, which is considered an extra meal for themselves.

The young mother Jenny was in the same situation. After her husband died, her land and house were seized by her uncles and aunts. She could not make a living by sewing clothes and had to go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables and pick berries to barely fill her stomach.

Therefore, she is very sensitive to wild vegetables and can always find some edible wild vegetables and berries.

Add the wild vegetables to the onion soup, stir it all together, and wisps of steam immediately rise from the pot.

"Mother, it smells so good!"

Renee, standing to the side, kept swallowing her saliva as she smelled the aroma; she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

To her, her mother's cooking was the most delicious food in the world.

"Then I'll get a bowl for Little Renee first."

Meeting her daughter's expectant gaze, Jenny filled a bowl with wild vegetable soup and placed it on a small wooden stool.

Since there were no tables, wooden stools were used as dining tables.

"The lord even gave us bread!"

Renee licked her lips as she looked at the rye bread in her hand.

"Rene hasn't had this in a long time."

For many people at the bottom of society, eating rye bread is a luxury; wild vegetables and fruits are the norm.

I only buy a few slices of rye bread when I occasionally go to the market.

"Mother, could you please make another bowl of wild vegetable soup? I'd like to serve it to the lord."

Renee felt that since she had received the lord's black bread, she should reciprocate with a gift.

“Little Renee, I know you want to repay the lord.”

Jenny was pleased to hear her daughter's words and gently patted her head.

“But the lord has plenty of food, so there’s no way he’ll be short of a portion for my mother. Besides, he wouldn’t like wild vegetable soup.”

In this era, nobles and wealthy merchants disdained eating wild vegetables and berries.

In their view, these were foods that only people from the lower classes would eat. Of course, some impoverished nobles would also eat them secretly.

"Mother's soup is so delicious, Lord will surely love it."

All Renee knew was that this was the best soup she had ever tasted, and she wanted to share it with the lord.

They had no idea about the difference between nobles and ordinary people.

"Mother~"

Renee clung to her mother's arm, gently swaying it as she began to act coquettishly.

"Oh well..."

No mother can resist the affection of her adorable and sensible child, and young Jenny was no exception; in the end, she chose to give in.

She did this with a reason, as she felt that the lord seemed to like her daughter quite a bit.

It's not like they'd fly into a rage over a bowl of soup.

Thank you, Mother!

Renee tiptoed and gave her mother a gentle kiss on the cheek.

She was delighted to be able to share her favorite drink with the lord.

"Be careful on the road, don't run."

Jenny knew this road wasn't short, so she specially took out a small bamboo woven bowl cover and put it over the bottom of the soup bowl so she wouldn't burn her hands.

"Yes, Mother~"

Renee, carrying the soup bowl, walked excitedly toward the central tent area.

She wanted to run, but she was afraid of spilling the delicious wild vegetable soup her mother had made, so she walked very carefully.

"Little friend, what are you doing here?"

Upon noticing someone approaching the tent, the knight intended to reprimand them, but upon seeing that the person was a five or six-year-old girl, his tone softened considerably.

"I...I want to bring the soup my mother made to the lord!"

Renee looked up at the two knights in armor in front of her and said with a smile.

"Take it back; the lord won't drink it."

Looking at the bowl of soup with wild vegetable leaves floating in it, the knight waved his hand.

Although I know it's a little girl's heartfelt gift, I doubt any nobleman would eat this kind of wild vegetable soup.

"What happened?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Ron saw a small figure standing in front of the tent.

You don't even need to look to know it's Renee, because she's the only child in the farm for the time being.

"My lord, I would like you to try the soup my mother makes."

When she saw the lord looking over, Renee stood on tiptoe, trying to make herself stand out.

"I see. Come here."

Who could resist an innocent, adorable, well-behaved little girl? Ron beckoned her over.

"My mother's soup is delicious; I'm sure the lord will love it too!"

Seeing this, Renee ran forward, held the steaming hot vegetable soup high, and handed it to her.

"It smells wonderful."

Ron wasn't opposed to all-natural wild vegetable soup; in fact, he was quite looking forward to seeing what it would taste like.

The nobles of today scoff at this, but who could have known that the wealthy and powerful of later generations would treasure it like a precious gem?

At that moment, Ron understood what it meant for history to be a cycle.

"right."

Receiving the lord's praise, Renee's eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Your mother is a very good cook; the soup is delicious."

Ron took a sip from the bowl and exclaimed in genuine admiration.