[Brazen Swordsmanship + Empress Who Turns the Tables and Keeps Him + Everyday Domestic Life + Overwhelming Power Gap + Toothachingly Sweet]
A max-level Sword Venerable has lived in seclusion on a deserted island for ten years, wanting nothing more than to be an ordinary cook.
Then a woman covered in blood drops from the sky, wrecks his vegetable patch, and brazenly declares:
“Mortal, you’ve been conscripted. Be my personal guard, and I’ll feed you.”
Ling Chen looks at the ruined jade-bone garlic and lets it go.
Later, he discovers that after this icy empress was gravely wounded, she needs his dishwater to stay alive.
The menacing assassins from the demon race are splashed by a basin of dirty water he tosses out and reduced to ash.
The peerless demonic weapon said to be capable of slaying true dragons is shoved into his stove to serve as a fire poker, much to his disdain.
And the woman who once dragged him back to the palace, thinking he was a kept man,
now crouches outside the kitchen every day, waiting eagerly for him to serve dinner.
Ling Chen holds out a bowl and watches her try to look haughty while gulping down her drool. He sighs:
“Open wide. The soup’s getting cold.”
He isn’t a kept man.
He’s the one who feeds dragons and keeps them happy.
There are a lot of poisonous points, so you can just make do with it. Five stars, I hope the author will write better in the future.