This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

At dinner, two bowls of creamy pasta were served.

Tonight's dinner was supposed to be boiled potatoes.

Unfortunately, Lillian bought the wrong ingredients; she didn't have potatoes.

So today's simple meal was made with pasta and butter that I had stored at home.

Of the two bowls of creamy pasta, one was made by Julia and the other by Alice.

Alice first made a bowl of creamy pasta.

Stubborn Yulia refused to admit defeat and made another bowl of creamy pasta in the exact same way.

At first glance, the two bowls of pasta look almost identical, covered in white cream and garnished with a few sausages.

However, upon closer inspection...

The pasta dish Alice made was coated with an emulsified cream sauce, a thick, creamy liquid.

On Yulia's plate, the cream was as thin as water, most of it dripping from the noodles and pooling in the plate.

Judging solely from appearance, the outcome is already decided.

Thor first tasted a bite of the pasta that Alice had made.

Sure enough, the cream she made was smooth and creamy, full of milky flavor, and coated the noodles, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Next up is the dish Yulia made.

He looked at the food in front of him; the sauce was thin, and the aroma was bland.

Yulia, standing to the side, propped her head up with her hands and looked at him expectantly.

His eyes were full of expectation.

Thor knew what Julia was expecting.

He also knew that Julia's expectations were destined to be dashed.

He took a deep breath and also tasted a bite of the noodles that Yulia had made.

Noodle entrance.

The miracle didn't happen; the food that looked unappetizing really was unappetizing.

The sauce was too thin and the milk flavor was too weak, like drinking soup while chewing noodles.

"How is it? How is it?!"

Julia was extremely excited and couldn't wait to receive Thor's praise.

Thor coughed twice.

He could, of course, say against his will that Julia's pasta was more delicious.

However, once Yulia herself tastes it, she will know that there is a world of difference between them.

The difference is more than just the difference between a single dish.

Lying causes significantly more harm than lying.

Seeing that Thor remained silent, Julia seemed to have sensed something.

She was anxious.

Finally, she decided to try it herself.

She first tried the plate she had made herself.

"This tastes so good! It's definitely better than what that wicked woman makes!"

Then, she tasted a bite of the cream that Alice had made.

Yulia lowered her head, unable to speak.

Perhaps she felt she had done a pretty good job.

But Alice's noodles must be better than hers.

The difference is too obvious.

Lillian, who was standing nearby, deliberately brought up the very thing she shouldn't have, and started explaining the operational details.

"Ah! I know that!"

Lillian still seemed very excited; she was happy that there would be another good dish in the family from now on.

"I already learned it from Sister Alice!"

"Your Majesty, as long as it's during the butter-making process..."

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed Yulia's murderous gaze.

Even the naive Lillian realized she had said the wrong thing and obediently shut her mouth.

After threatening Lillian, Julia's expression immediately turned dejected. She pouted and muttered to herself:

"What the heck..."

"I don't usually make this dish."

"If I were to compare it to my own specialty dishes, I would definitely be better than hers."

However, everyone knows that Yulia is deceiving herself.

Seeing Yulia's existential crisis, Thor felt utterly helpless.

Talk to Yulia.

Before that, we need to clear out any unrelated personnel.

"Lillian, why don't you take one of these bowls out and eat it yourself?"

Lillian agreed.

She glanced at the two bowls of pasta on the table.

Julia's gaze fixed on him again.

Lillian was a little nervous; she knew that loyalty to the country and filial piety had always been difficult to reconcile.

One bowl is noodles, symbolizing His Majesty's dignity, while the other is even more delicious pasta.

She could only choose one of the pots.

It means to disregard His Majesty's dignity in order to satisfy one's appetite.

We still have to give up this rare delicacy for the sake of His Majesty's face.

The choice is obvious.

Lillian picked up the noodles Alice had cooked and fled the scene at lightning speed.

Yulia was even more heartbroken, never expecting her to be so bad.

After Lillian left, Thor sat down next to Julia and said:

"Don't doubt your life, Yulia."

"Your cooking skills are really not good."

"But it's not a big deal."

Yulia hung her head in dejection, like a lonely, defeated dog.

"It's no big deal, it's okay."

Thor patted her head and comforted her.

"You're just worried I'll be snatched away by another woman, right? It's not that simple."

Hearing Thor say this, Julia blushed and quickly denied it:

"No...no, that's not true. How could I possibly want to interfere in your life?"

Thor wasn't going to waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point:

"It's normal to have this kind of thought, don't hide it, I won't blame you."

Yulia's little scheme was exposed.

Her face turned redder.

Thor knew that these kinds of things needed to be addressed and resolved early.

So he said:

"Yulia, think about this: why, even though I know a lot about what's happened to you at school, am I not worried about you being lured away by other men?"

Yulia was taken aback and thought for a while.

She then realized that it seemed to be true.

She was a little worried that Thor might be kidnapped by the women from the Dark Arts Academy.

But Thor wasn't worried at all about her being snatched away by other boys.

"The answer is because I trust you, and I trust our relationship."

"Trust..." Julia murmured.

indeed.

Thor believed in Julia's feelings, which is why he didn't interfere much in her life.

At the same time, Thor believed in himself and that he was more charming than the boys in the school.

This is exactly the kind of trust that Yulia lacks.

She never trusted herself:

She felt that being born a slave meant she was inherently inferior to the people in the academy.

Thor used the classic head pat to encourage him:

"I've said it many times already."

"Yulia, you are wonderful, and I will always love you no matter what."

Julia understood what Thor was saying and felt a surge of emotion.

She looked pleased, her eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the feeling of Thor patting her head.

Suddenly, she came up with another mischievous idea and said:

"Young Master, I think liking something should be translated into concrete actions."

"Oh? What operation?" Thor asked.

She licked her lips.

"I want to have some cream in my meal."

"Yes," Thor said.

......

......

A fierce battle took place in the living room.

They fought for a while.

Yulia couldn't help but make strange noises.

Fearing being discovered by Lillian who happened to be passing by, the battleground shifted from the living room to Thor's room.

Inside the room, there was more incoherent rambling.

By the time Yulia calmed down, it was already late at night.