“Hey, Little Fire Dragon, you’re an ancient mythical beast, fully grown by now, right?” Li Feng glanced calmly at the giant beast beside him.
“Squeak, squeak, roar, roar!”
“That’s beside the point! It’s pretty hard to define whether you’re mature or not these days, you know?”
“Hmph, hmph, roar, roar!”
“So you don’t agree, huh? Come on, look at all this charred barbecue you burned! What does that prove? That you can’t even control your fire!”
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
“Shut up! You’re blaming me now?! I’ve been in this world for hundreds of years, and this is my first time making barbecue. It’s been three days! Tell me, have you managed to cook even one skewer?”
“Hmph, hmph, hmph.”
“Only dragons without any real skill get mad. Cook properly, and I’ll make you the protagonist in my next book.”
The Fire Dragon happily broke into the Kemusan dance...
