I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

"Hey, little Wayne, why aren't you eating? Is Aunt Beneath's cooking not good?"

Alice chewed the silver coin gracefully, her cheeks slightly puffed out, making her look both mature and charming.

Soon, Alice noticed that little Wayne wasn't eating anything and was instead looking at her with a nervous expression.

Alice's icy blue eyes immediately showed deep concern, and she leaned closer with concern.

"Even if you don't like other foods, do you... not like silver coins? Mom specially chose the ones with the best color and the most beautiful patterns."

Alice tilted her head in confusion and gently touched Wayne's forehead with her paw.

"Could it be... that you're sick? Is something wrong, baby?"

"Okay! I got it!"

At this moment, Beneath the griffin, who had been nibbling at the large piece of roasted meat beside her, suddenly flapped her wing and extended her second left claw, looking as if she had just understood.

"The child definitely takes after his father! He loves to eat gold and jewels! Look at the color of his scales—they're golden. He must have inherited his father's taste; he prefers gold and jewels!"

"Thank goodness! I've been saving some up sometimes! Little Wayne, come on, don't be shy, eat as much as you want!"

As she spoke, Benny pulled out several large gold coins and rubies from somewhere and placed them in front of Wayne.

Then the silver dragon mother and the griffin looked at Wayne expectantly.

Alice's mother urged gently:

"Eat up, little Wayne!"

Alice reached out her paw and carefully picked up the largest coin from the pile of coins, holding it to Wayne's lips, and said softly in a voice meant to soothe a baby:

"Come on, Mommy will feed you~ Open your mouth wide, ah—"

Faced with the large gold coin so close to his mouth, Wayne looked hesitant.

For the green dragon, gold coins can be kept in its heart, but not in its stomach.

"Heave-ho... Mom, look what you're saying. These gold coins are extremely precious. How can a child like me... eat something so valuable?"

This big gold coin, with its fine color and exquisite design, just by looking at it...it perfectly matches your elegant temperament, Mom! You...you should eat it, Mom! Eating it will definitely make you more beautiful and stronger!

"Hmm~ That won't work."

Alice's mother shook her head firmly, her icy blue eyes filled with the unwavering determination that "Mom wants to give you the best of everything."

Instead of taking the gold coins back, she handed them forward again.

"Little Wayne, you need to eat more so that you can grow up quickly and become strong!"

Look at you! You've been wandering outside for so long, you've become so thin, even the luster of your scales has faded!

To be honest, Wayne's size was already quite large for a dragon of that era.

At least outside, Wayne had never heard anyone say that Dragon said he was thin.

But there's a kind of thinness that only your mom thinks you've lost weight.

That's what Silver Dragon's mother thinks now.

Alice spoke in an unquestionable, gentle yet firm tone:

"Come on, let's eat together! You take a bite, then I'll take a bite, we'll eat together, okay?"

Now we really need to collect gold coins.

Oh, eating so many gold coins is such a wonderful thing! The flavor is perfect, not too salty or bland.

Faced with the gold coin handed to him by Alice's mother, Wayne had no choice but to swallow it whole.

To be honest, I didn't taste anything special.

Green dragons are pure carnivores. Although their digestive system is powerful enough to digest things like soil and ore, this is definitely not a regular option.

After taking a bite of the gold coin, Wayne quickly made an excuse to escape and get some fresh food.

Once they were far away, Wayne peered around the doorway, making sure there were no other creatures before he steeled himself.

Amazing skill!

Gut your throat!

"vomit--!"

The next second, Wayne spat a large, gleaming gold coin into his hand.

Wayne checked it and thankfully it wasn't broken.

Wayne took a deep, blissful sniff.

Um!

99.9% perfect! A rare find!

It may smell a bit bad, but it's still gold, isn't it?

Wayne looked around and carefully hid the gold coins.

This thing must not fall into Vivian's hands, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

(Somewhere in the far reaches of Hull City, Vivian, already in bed and covered with her blanket, ready to get to work, suddenly sneezed loudly and then felt her body inexplicably tremble.)

After everything was finished, Wayne delayed for a while longer.

Waiting until he felt he had eaten enough before he dared to go back.

Just as Wayne had predicted.

When he dawdled back into the restaurant, the main course outside had already ended.

Aunt Beneath the Griffin had left sometime earlier, probably to clean up the huge dishes that needed washing.

On the wide ground, only Alice's mother remained, quietly lying there waiting for him.

Hearing Wayne's footsteps, Alice turned her head and her gaze fell on Wayne.

Deep within her gentle, icy blue eyes, a faint trace of melancholy lingers.

"Is your baby unhappy with today's food?"

"No, Mom..."

Wayne quickly said that the food was delicious.

However, Alice's icy blue eyes still carried a lingering trace of maternal melancholy.

"Then...why not eat more?"

Alice, being an adult dragon, saw right through the cubs' tricks.

From her perspective, it was almost easy to tell that little Wayne wasn't very satisfied with today's food.

Alice didn't point it out directly, but instead chose to ask indirectly, just to avoid putting too much pressure on the cubs.

However, it was precisely this gentle, understanding, and inclusive inquiry that put Wayne under immense, indescribable pressure.

Sigh, how should I answer this?

Wayne sighed.

Wayne knew all too well that this kind of gentle mother could put the most pressure on a person.

Even someone like Wayne, who isn't affected by pressure dragons, felt a faint sense of oppression.

It's like being surrounded by warm spring water; it's very comfortable, but it also leaves you with nowhere to hold on and no way to struggle.

Alice didn't urge him; she simply looked at Wayne with gentle, persistent eyes that seemed to speak, as if patiently waiting for him to speak on his own.

As time passed, Wayne sensed that he was on the verge of having to answer.

Finally, under Alice's mother's gentle questioning, Wayne, who had been holding back for so long, found his rationality wavering between confessing and continuing to deceive, and changing the subject.

Ultimately, under immense pressure, Wayne opted for a "bean bun" response.

He used the most straightforward, direct, and unambiguous... and most unexpected excuse.

After holding it in for a long time, Wayne finally blurted out:

"Mom...I poop a lot!"

"..."