Were all dragons this big an eater?
By the time Rowan reached the dining hall, Tarecgosa and Katrana had polished off all the remaining food.
Tarecgosa did not actually have such an enormous appetite, but watching Katrana eat nonstop like a Proto-Dragon, she had only one thought: I can't let her eat all of it.
Katrana was in the middle of a diet and had only planned to have a few billion bites. She had not expected Tarecgosa to be a foodie too. Unwilling to leave all the food to this airhead, Katrana simply abandoned restraint and ate to her heart's content.
The two dragon maidens kept up their silent contest until they saw Rowan stroll into the dining hall.
"It's urgent. Have Number Zero report to my office this afternoon," Rowan told Ellen.
Ellen accepted the order without asking any questions and ran out of the dining hall without even washing his plate.
Rowan glanced over the serving counter. Seeing the empty trays, the two women who cooked hurriedly said, "Young Master Rowan, we still have fried flatbread from breakfast and beef in the freezer. Give me a moment to make some soup."
Rowan waved a hand and pointed at the desserts. "No need. Just give me some cake."
The plumper woman glared at the one who had spoken. "How can we serve the young master leftovers from breakfast? We'll make fresh flatbread. It won't take long."
"It's fine. Just give me some dessert," Rowan repeated with a smile.
The two cooks exchanged a glance and cut Rowan a slice of cake.
Everyone said Young Master Rowan did not ask for special treatment. The two cooks dared not insist, afraid they might violate the rules.
"I still have a pork knuckle here."
"I saved some beef too."
Katrana and