The morning sunlight streamed through the window. After meditating cross-legged on the bed for a while, Qiao Sang got up, washed up in the bathroom, and went to the living room.
Several Little Mota Dragons were busy in the kitchen.
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Dragon Overlord sat on the sofa like a lord.
Teacher Mikala sat by the dining table, elegantly slicing a fried egg.
Hearing the commotion, Dragon Overlord raised its head. When it saw Qiao Sang, it called out cheerfully:
"Mo Mo."
"It's saying good morning to you." Teacher Mikala translated as she continued with what she was doing.
"Good morning." Qiao Sang nodded at Dragon Overlord, then looked toward the kitchen and asked:
"Are the Little Mota Dragons preparing breakfast?"
"Mo Mo."
"Mo Mo."
Seeing that Qiao Sang had taken an unusual interest in its juniors, Dragon Overlord perked up and quickly called twice, indicating that the Little Mota Dragons were all excellent cooks. They had insisted on showing off and making breakfast for her that morning, and nothing could stop them.
The several Little Mota Dragons that were not busy in the kitchen looked at Dragon Overlord in confusion.
Hadn't their leader forced them to do this?
Otherwise, at this hour, they would still be sleeping as usual.
Mikala swallowed her food and translated without changing her expression.
She did not add any embellishment.
The Little Mota Dragons could actually cook... Qiao Sang was quite surprised. For a moment, she could not imagine them cutting vegetables and cooking with their tiny claws, so she could not help glancing toward the kitchen.
"Mo Mo!"
Suddenly, one of the Little Mota Dragons called out from the kitchen, indicating that it was done.
After saying that, it flew over carrying a plate of black, charred food whose original form could