Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 154 Lorraine's Meal

Chapter 153 Lorraine's Meal

"My lord!"

After entering the room, Leila turned around and gently closed the door before tiptoeing to the table.

She was wearing a light brown cape today, with the hood hanging down her back, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold wind outside.

She held the thick cloth in her arms tightly, as if it contained some priceless treasure.

Lorraine put down the documents in his hand, looked at her adorable expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you here to steal?"

“That’s not the case!”

Leila lowered her voice and mysteriously handed over the thick cloth.

"Look, my lord, I brought you something delicious."

Lorraine took it; it was still a little hot to the touch.

As the cloth bag was lifted layer by layer, a palm-sized meat pie was revealed inside. The crust was baked to a golden brown, with crispy edges. Steam rose from the cracks, carrying the aroma of meat juice, onions, and black pepper, instantly filling the study.

Lorraine sniffed it, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It smells so good?"

"Right!"

Leila's eyes lit up. She put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoe, and stared at the pie as if she herself was about to drool over it.

"I specifically asked Aunt Rosie to pick out a freshly baked one for me. Hers is very famous; there are long lines of people in Frostwolf City to buy it. I heard that in the coldest winters of the past, some people would wrap themselves in three blankets and queue for half a morning just to have a taste of it."

"Why did you think of buying this for me?"

Lorraine looked up at her.

Upon hearing this, Leila blinked, then lowered her head somewhat shyly, her shoe tips lightly rubbing against the edge of the carpet.

"It's really nothing."

She spoke softly.

"When I was poor, I could always smell this aroma when I passed by that food street. People would walk by and eat meat pies, and I would just stand there and watch, thinking it must be incredibly delicious."

"Later, I came to work for the master, who gave me a place to live and paid me wages. Now I finally have money."

As she said this, she looked up again, her heterochromatic eyes sparkling.

"So I went and bought one today."

"Is this your first purchase?"

"Um!"

Leila nodded rapidly.

"I originally wanted to take the first bite myself, but then I thought, this kind of happy thing should be shared with the most important person."

She tilted her little face up, her voice crisp and clear.

"Since you're here too, Lord, I'll share this joy with you."

The study fell silent for a moment.

A faint breeze was blowing outside the window, making a soft tapping sound on the window frame.

Lorraine looked at the little girl in front of her and suddenly smiled.

"Layla".

"Um?

"If you put it that way, I'd feel bad not eating it."

"Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

Leila urged him immediately, clenching her fists in front of her chest, looking even more anxious than he was.

"It won't taste good when it's cold."

Lorraine smiled, lowered her head, and took a bite.

The outer crust is so crispy it crumbles, but the meat filling inside is very substantial, with a good mix of lean and fatty meat. The juices are well locked in by the dough, and when you bite into it, steam bursts out.

The sweetness of the onions and the aroma of the spices blend together, making it truly fragrant.

This is not the kind of exquisite aristocratic meal.

But it just so happens to be to my liking.

Lorraine finished half of it in a few bites and looked up at Leila.

"good."

"real?"

"real."

"I knew it!"

Leila was so happy she almost jumped up on the spot.

"Aunt Rosie wasn't lying to me after all!"

She peeked at the pie in Lorraine's hand again and added in a low voice.

"Actually, I was worried you wouldn't like this. After all, you're a lord, and you're used to dishes made by master chefs. You might find it too ordinary."

Lorraine took another bite.

"You've been here for so long, how can you still think like that?"

"what?"

"When have I ever complained about being ordinary?"

Lorraine swallowed the last mouthful, picked up the cup and drank some warm water, then reached out and touched her head.

"Food that can fill your stomach is good enough. Besides, you brought this especially for me to try."

Leila squinted as he touched her, her whole body swaying like a kitten being stroked, her shoulders relaxing.

"Well, I'm glad you like it."

Her eyes crinkled with laughter.

"I'll bring you something else next time. There are also grilled apples, cheese rolls, and more on the food street."

Before she could finish speaking, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

It's getting closer and closer, not in a hurry.

Leila's ears twitched, and her expression changed instantly.

"Oh no, it's Olivia!"

She glanced at the cloth bag on the table, then at the pie wrapper that Lorraine had just finished eating and hadn't had time to put away, and panicked.

"I'll run first!"

After saying that, she turned and tried to slip away.

Before Lorraine could speak, the study door was pushed open.

Olivia entered carrying a silver tray.

On the tray were sliced white bread, slightly browned bacon, mushroom soup, a small dish of butter, a pot of hot milk, and a poached egg.

The food was still steaming hot, and the aroma was just as good.

As soon as she entered, her gaze fell first on the thick cloth on the corner of the table, and then on the empty oil paper in front of Lorraine.

When she looked up again, she met Leila's eyes as she tried to slip away from the bookshelf.

Leila stopped abruptly, looking like a thief caught red-handed.

"Good morning, Olivia."

Olivia placed the tray on the table with a very soft clink.

"morning.

She looked at Lyra, then at Lorraine.

"Looks like I'm a little late."

Lorraine coughed lightly.

"It's not too late."

"Yeah?"

Olivia set the hot milk jug down, reached for the oil-stained wrapper, and smelled it.

"Aunt Losey's meat pies."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Leila.

"You bought it?"

Leila nodded cautiously.

"I... I was just thinking that the lord probably hadn't eaten breakfast again—"

After listening, Olivia glanced at her first, then turned to look at Lorraine.

"So, you've already eaten one serving?"

Lorraine nodded honestly.

"Just finished eating."

Olivia remained silent for two breaths.

Lorraine was already considering whether to bring out the body of the fourth-tier knight again to block the way.

Olivia didn't get angry; she just let out a soft sigh and rubbed her temples.

"I knew it."

She looked at Leila, her tone not harsh.

"I'm not blaming you. It's a good thing that you have this intention."

Leila blinked, her shoulders slowly relaxing.

"Really?"

"real."

As Olivia spoke, she looked at Lorraine, her voice carrying a hint of meaning.

"The problem is that some people know I'm going to bring them food, but they still eat someone else's portion first."

Lorraine touched her nose.

"It really smells good."

"Isn't what I make delicious?"

"It smells good too."

"So you're saying you're not hungry anymore, right?"

"this----"

Olivia reached out and pulled the chair out a little, gesturing for him to sit up straight.

"My lord, please be seated."

Lorraine looked at her and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Olivia, I think we can discuss this."

"Sure, we can discuss it while we eat."

She picked up a napkin, gave it a gentle shake, and went behind Lorraine, wrapping it around his neck.

His movements were gentle, and his tone was gentle as well.

The gentler she is, the harder it is for people to refuse her.

"No waste allowed!"

Lorraine looked at the second breakfast laid out in front of her, then at Olivia standing to the side, and then at Lyra hiding by the bookshelf with a guilty look on her face, and suddenly understood something.

Even the most skilled fourth-tier knight couldn't withstand being fed by two girls in turns all morning.

I'm not really hungry anymore.

"Drink the soup first."

Olivia

Open your mouth.

Leila shrank to the side and spoke in a low voice.

"How about I eat some for you, Lord?"

Olivia turned to look at her.

"Can."

Leila's eyes lit up.

"However, this is your lunch allowance. You'll have to eat half a portion less at lunchtime."

Leila immediately became obedient.

"Then, Lord, you should try your best."

Lorraine almost laughed in exasperation watching the two of them sing in unison.

"You two have already started working together?"

Olivia cut a loaf of bread for him, spread a layer of butter on it, and handed it to him.

"It's not about joining forces, it's about management."

Leila nodded earnestly beside her.

"Yes, management."

Lorraine had nothing to say and could only resign herself to picking up the bread.

The bread was very soft, the butter had a milky aroma, and the mushroom soup was very rich.

Olivia had clearly put in the effort; even the bacon was fried to perfection, neither overcooked nor dry.

The problem is, he had just finished eating a whole meat pie.

One bite was fine, but after the third bite, my stomach started to protest.

Olivia sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"Eat slowly, no rush."

Leila also came over and whispered encouragement.

"My lord, you can do it."

"Don't speak."

"oh."

Lorraine forced herself to swallow the second breakfast. Towards the end, she couldn't even sit comfortably anymore and had to lean back in her chair.

Seeing this, Olivia softened a bit and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Have a little to help it go."

Lorraine took the teacup and let out a long sigh.

"I think I don't need to eat lunch today."

"That won't work."

Olivia replied quickly.

"You still need to eat lunch."

"Do you want to raise a lord, or feed pigs?"

Leila couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Olivia's lips curved slightly, but she quickly put them back on.

"A lord is at least more valuable than a pig."

"Thank you for comforting me."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Lorraine finally finished the last bite of the fried egg, leaned back in her chair, and for the first time, she felt that fighting hadn't been this tiring.

Leila felt a little guilty and moved over to help him push the empty plate away from the side.

"How about I bring you something smaller next time, like a cheese roll?"

Lorraine rubbed her forehead, laughing and scolding, "You still want a future?"

"I just wanted to make you happy."

Olivia had halfway back the tray when she heard this, and she sighed softly.

"From today onwards, anyone who wants to bring food to the lord must come to me first."

Leila paused for a moment.

Why?

"Because he only has one stomach."

As Olivia spoke, she raised her hand and patted the napkin on Lorraine's chest with a motion as light as brushing off dust.

"You all think he hasn't eaten, so you're all sending food from him. If this continues, the lord will be overfed before anything happens to the territory."

Leila thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense.

"Then I'll report it to you first from now on."

"Um."

"If I buy something really delicious, can I get you a donburi too?"

Olivia glanced at her, and a slight smile finally appeared on her lips.

"Can."

"Yay!"

Just as the atmosphere in the study was relaxing, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door.

"My lord."

The voices of guards could be heard from outside the door.

"What is it?"