"You can't eat this." Sen Ran, the snake beastman, stared at Si Yan relentlessly all day in the cave.
Si Yan looked at the roasted meat before her and then gazed resentfully at the male who was being particularly strict with her.
"I want to eat meat; this is fatty. You used to make it especially for me. Why won't you let me have it now?"
"I know we don't have many supplies right now, but I'm carrying our child, and I'm really having cravings."
"Great Demon King, please..."
Seeing his Mistress acting coquettishly, the snake beastman remained unmoved.
"The shaman said too much fatty meat isn't good. Yan Yan, I've made you lean meat. If you don't like it, I'll try cooking it with more of your spices to create different flavors."
The cold-blooded snake beastman, who originally couldn't cook and only ate raw meat, now made delicious cooked food.
