(Western Fantasy) The Demon King's Midnight Menu

What would you do if you woke up one day tied up tight, rolled into a ball, and served at the Demon King's table? Slime: Look at how flexible I am! Dodge, dodge, and dodge again... You can't skewer me, hahaha! (Covered by a crystal bowl) Little Demon: Your Majesty, there's not even enough meat on me to get stuck in your teeth. (Bursts into tears) Elemental Spirits: W-we... have no nutritional value at all. Really, none. (Huddle together, trembling) Baby Cyclops: I warn you! I am the last pure-blooded cyclops! You're eating a rare species! That's a violation of the Rare Species Protection Act! Do you know who my parents are? Don't come any closer! Hey, hey! (Flips the table) Ahem. Actually, this is a story about a retired Demon King finding a new place to settle down, running a farm, and raising fresh meat... I mean, growing food. 1. This story is also known as A Thousand and One Nights Under the Great Demon King's Rule and Why Is It So Hard to Get a Decent Meal? 2. The Demon King is cool and dignified (crossed out), lovesick (crossed out), and silly. The male lead... What even is a male lead? Is it tasty? 3. A story inspired by brainstorming with my buddies. A product with none of the usual bells and whistles. #May be weird or dark, so please leave if that's not your thing# #There may be some strange bonus surprises# #Overall, it's still a wholesome (?) story# #For love, stories, and "good food," raise your knives and forks!# Theme: Instinct, promises, sacrifice, and self-awareness