Shut Up Dragon! I Don't Want To Have Children With You Anymore

Accidentally eating several rolls in a row, Leon finally noticed the problem.

This woman kept saying, "Be good, eat slowly," but in reality, her feeding speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.

Was it even 20 seconds? Leon had already been stuffed with four or five rolls.

Inhaling food at an abnormal pace made him feel somewhat drained.

"Slow down, slow down… After all, we're in first place. There's no rush."

"Huh? Okay, I'll listen to you. Here, open your mouth~"

Rossweise replied sweetly, but her hands never stopped moving.

Leon blinked, muttering, "Didn't you say slow down?" as he blankly opened his mouth.

Rossweise placed another roll of noodles into his mouth and eagerly picked up the next one.

Leon swallowed and waved his hand. "I really can't, let me rest for a bit."

"Don't stop. Not being proactive while eating shows a problem with your mindset. Come on, hubby, open your mouth~"

'Hubby?'

Rossweise's voice was at its sweetest.

Even though being called "hubby" made him feel a bit euphoric, at this feeding speed, he couldn't take it even if she called him hubby ten more times.

Moreover, based on what Leon knew about Rossweise, she would never act so attentive to him just because of the competition.

As more rolls were shoved into his mouth, Leon realized it—this was revenge.

It was the dragoness's revenge.

Not long ago, when Rossweise had just woken up, Leon had forced her to drink fish soup in the same way.

Oh no, now the dragoness was using this opportunity to turn the tables.

"Hubby, move! Come on, move a little. Open wide~"

"Dragoness, calm down. The principal just said, friendship first, competition second."

"Exactly. You're third, so friendship and the competition are both more important than you. For Noah, come on, eat, hubby~"

Saying this, Rossweise pinched Leon's chin and stuffed noodles into his mouth.

"Mm, mm, mm—"

Meanwhile, the game commentator's voice came from outside the booth:

"Alright, everyone! After the Melkvei family, a few more families have reached the first checkpoint one after another."

"Oh~ Seeing these sweet, affectionate moments of feeding reminds me of my first love. We also had a period of wonderful romance~"

"Look over there, the Ross family's wife is thoughtfully preparing a napkin for her husband."

"And the Cant family's husband, gazing affectionately at his wife throughout the noodle-eating process. So touching! So moving!"

"Well, now let's check in on our role model family, the Melkvei family—how are they progressing?"

"Oh, truly… truly… such a bold scene. We can see that the husband of the Melkvei family seems to want to escape the dining table, but due to the three-legged constraint, he cannot leave his wife beyond two steps of distance."

"We see the wife of the Melkvei family using her unique Silver Dragon speed advantage to crazily stuff noodles into her husband's mouth."

"Hmm… her movements are so fast, it looks like a sparring match...?"

"Well, on this note, I'd like to ask a slightly private question. Do the two of you usually feed each other like this at home?"

Despite the boldness, Rossweise and Leon still completed this round with first place.

"Congratulations to the two of you for completing the first round. There are special digestive medicine capsules at the door, take them with water, and they work very quickly."

The couple stood up.

Rossweise, full of joy, supported a pale-faced Leon out of the compartment.

Sure enough, there was a glass of water and a digestive capsule placed at the door.

She helped Leon take it and then "gently" stroked his chest,"You're so brave, my warrior."

This wasn't care; it was the triumph of revenge.

Leon rolled his eyes at her without saying anything, only looking at the two sides of the track as if confirming they were the first group to come out.

Although the process was painful, they were still far ahead.

"Let's head to the second round," Leon said.

"Okay," Rossweise replied.

Since the digestive capsule hadn't taken effect yet, they slowed their pace a little.

The second round also took place in a small compartment.

The two entered, finding the same setup of one table and two chairs, but this time with a game host seated across from them.

"Please take your seats. The second round is called 'Answer Irrelevantly.' I will randomly ask you various questions, but remember, your answers must be unrelated to the questions."

"For example, if I ask this gentleman his name, he must respond with something like 'I'm male' or 'I have a daughter.'"

"There are ten questions in total. Answer them to pass the round. If your answer relates to the question, there will be a ten-second penalty."

The challenge of this game lies in suppressing the reflex to answer such "silly" questions directly.

Adding the element of a time penalty naturally increases the tension, making it easy to blurt out answers instinctively.

The couple exchanged a glance before sitting down.

Speaking without meaning it? That's basic skill.

The second round began.

"Alright, for the first question: Sir, what is the color of your wife's tail? Answer immediately!"

The host's speech was incredibly fast, obviously trying to put pressure on Leon.

Leon, having just endured pressure from the mother dragon, almost reflexively began to form a "Y" shape with his mouth. But he stopped in time, saying, "Duck!"

"Excellent, very good, it seems this gentleman—"

Before the praise was finished, the host immediately turned to Rossweise. "What is your husband's occupation?"

"Dragon sla—ah… Yer-Dragon clan."

The host was stunned. "We have a Yer-Dragon clan?"

"This question doesn't count," he said.

"Oh yes, it exists, it's a small tribe, already disbanded. My husband married into our Silver Dragon clan," Rossweise quickly explained.

The host nodded. "Alright, next question—"

The subsequent questions remained easy to answer without much thought in daily life.

However, under the rules of the game, one must deliberately avoid correct answers.

In the process, Leon and Rossweise slipped up a few times, incurring a twenty-second penalty.

Nevertheless, they managed to find their rhythm, stumbling their way to the final two questions.

"Sir, which part of your body are you most satisfied with?"

"My wife."

Rossweise covered her face in silence.

Even if following the rules, responding irrelevantly, don't make it this outrageous, okay?

"Alright, the final question! The weather today is lovely, perfect for a sports day. I really want to know how the Young Dragon group's battle is going—"

The host kept throwing "smoke bombs," casually chatting one moment, then suddenly tossing out a question the next.

Leon stared at the host's mouth intently, swallowing nervously.

"If possible, perhaps I'd become a forest ranger after retiremen—"

"Do you love your husband?"

"Love—" Rossweise almost blurted out.

Leon: ?

Host: !

Sure enough, tripped up on the last question. Obediently wait here for ten seconds.

But just as the host was about to penalize them, Rossweise had a flash of inspiration and turned it around.

"Love—ah, slacking on homework."

The host froze for a moment.

You can even spin it this way?

Rossweise secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The host, left with no choice, made a "not bad" gesture and didn't deliberately make things harder.

After all, it's an entertainment competition; going with the flow and keeping everyone happy is the priority.

"Well then, congratulations to the two of you for completing the second round."

The host stood up and opened the compartment door for them. "But seriously, to instinctively answer with 'love,' it must be true love."

Rossweise: 'Don't take it seriously; it really was just nonsense.'

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The final round of the three-legged race was set in an open-air kitchen.

Dozens of simple cooking stations were neatly arranged on the open ground ahead.

Leon and Rossweise were still the first to reach this final round.

"Alright, welcome to the final round. This round is called 'Cooking with Love'."

"A proper family meal shouldn't just consist of top-notch ingredients and precise craftsmanship; it should also be filled with a deep sense of love for the family."

"Only food made in a state full of love can truly be called a family meal."

"The rules for this round are very simple. Each family will draw lots to determine the type of dish they need to prepare. The competition time is one hour. Finally, Vice Principal Wilson, the head of Teswa Young Dragon Noodles, and a famous food critic will evaluate the dishes and give scores."

"Alright! The Melkvei family, being the first to arrive, please begin your love-filled cooking."

"Oh, by the way, you are not allowed to untie the rope on your ankles during the cooking process. Let this bond of love be conveyed to each other through the rope."

At this, the couple simultaneously rolled their eyes.

A competition is a competition—why add so much unnecessary drama?

Even if they were a real family, not just a fake one, this would still be too much to handle.

However, their thoughts were quickly shattered by the next family that arrived, who delivered a blow to their cynicism.

"My dear husband, I will certainly use all my love to make the most delicious family meal with you."

"Wife, I will also spare no effort to return your love. Let's start right away."

Leon and Rossweise were so overwhelmed by this display of affection that they were speechless.

If you're this showy, won't you end up drawing a lot for making dog food later?

Rossweise was the first to recover and nudged Leon's arm. "Let's go draw lots."

"Alright."

The two of them walked to the lot-drawing box, exchanged a glance, and Leon volunteered. "I'm lucky; I'll do it."

There was a trick to drawing lots.

If they drew a dish that was simple to make and delicious no matter how it was prepared, it would greatly improve their chances of ranking higher.

On the other hand, if they drew a dish that was complicated to make and required precise ingredients, any small mistake could ruin the flavor and spell disaster for the couple.

Leon reached into the lot-drawing box and rummaged around.

Finally, he made his decision and grabbed a slip of paper.

He pulled it out and Rossweise leaned in close to him. Leon slowly unfolded it.

"Cream—"

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