Luo Chen's astonishment deepened, with incredulity filling his expression. He still hadn't fully recovered from Elder Cyan Dragon's disappearance earlier, and now Riven's words brought him back to reality.
"What do you think? This dish smells so good that no one would believe it wasn't made by me." Riven said confidently, clearly very pleased with her culinary skills.
Looking at her smug expression, Luo Chen couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You're really the peacock of the Demon Race."
Riven paused, but quickly understood what Luo Chen meant, and proudly replied, "Naturally. But isn't using a peacock to describe my beauty somewhat vulgar?"
Luo Chen chuckled, shook his head, and said, "My mother told me that a peacock prides itself on its beauty, but when it sees its reflection in water, it mistakes it for a rival and jumps in recklessly."
