Of course, and when the eldest daughter Ka Xiya came home, she would pay extra attention to the small details.
For instance, things like maid uniforms—Fei’ouna couldn’t wear those anymore.
But to be honest, she only engaged in that kind of “cultivating refinement” play during her private time with Yilisi.
On a normal day, Fei’ouna’s casual clothes were usually the homey type of dress.
So what she really focused on was the family dinner.
Just like how Ka Xiya’s hair shone like red crystal, her daughter’s preferences leaned toward spicy cuisine—pungent, stimulating flavors that excited the taste buds.
Most demon dragons typically didn’t like spicy food, nor did they care for human cuisine.
But Ka Xiya had probably inherited this from her mother’s human side, developing this hobby since childhood that other demon dragons would consider a pica.
Luckily, Fei’ouna’s cooking was excellent.
After all, she used to work as the team’s cook back in the day.
With abundant experience and a genuine love and interest in cooking, feeding her daughter was absolutely no problem at all.
Come to think of it…
She hadn’t seen Ka Xiya in over ten days now.
At home these days, there was one little one who hadn’t been fully weaned yet, and another who wasn’t interested in food at all, surviving on the milk tea or coffee she made three meals a day.
This meant Fei’ouna only had to prepare food for herself today.
Although, after being infected and turned into a demon dragon, the thing she relied on to survive became the magical essence and blood bestowed by her master—in layman’s terms, being filled and penetrated, a little activity called mana replenishment.
But honestly, ever since she obediently acknowledged her master, many of the rules originally meant to restrict personal freedom and humiliate her had become mere formalities.
Fei’ouna could follow them if she wanted, and nothing would really happen if she didn’t.
Besides, her wife was shouldering the great mission of reviving their species.
Yilisi wouldn’t be foolish enough to do anything stupid that would ruin her mood.
If Fei’ouna wanted to cook, then Yilisi would specially build a fully equipped kitchen in the castle.
To make the ingredients suit the mother and daughter’s tastes even better, Yilisi had even specially planted and cultivated a series of highly nutritious edible magical beasts.
Demon Flower Peppers, Ghost-Patterned Crayfish, Hellish Abyssal Cows, Frenzied Demon Boars…
Normally, other young dragons after weaning ate the flesh and blood of other magical beasts, swallowing them whole without any extra steps.
But in the Demon King’s household, they followed the path of frying, searing, and sautéing.
For Fei’ouna, though, cooking was definitely more fun back when her eldest daughter was still often at home.
So now that she was eating alone, she always felt like something was missing.
But once her daughter grew up, she needed her own life and choices.
As her mother, she naturally had to learn to respect that.
Therefore, Fei’ouna was just suddenly feeling a bit of longing.
Emotionally, there wasn’t too big a wave.
If she caused trouble for her daughter over something this trivial, that would really be narrow-minded of her.
Besides, Fei’ouna had her own rhythm in life.
Like right now, she had to go feed the youngest daughter at home.
The new member’s name was Ai Lini.
Like her sister Ka Xiya, the little one’s eye and hair color hadn’t inherited Yilisi and Fei’ouna’s white hair and red eyes.
Instead, it was a mutated golden yellow.
But that didn’t matter.
Demon dragons identified each other by aura.
Even if the color was strange, there was no doubt that Ai Lini and Ka Xiya were both the Demon King’s offspring.
The bloodline of the ancient dragon clan flowed within their veins.
And Ka Xiya, who had already risen to A-rank officer in the Demon King’s Army right out of the gate, was known on the battlefield as the “Crimson Flame Demon Dragon.”
She had proven her status as the Demon King’s eldest daughter with her strength.
As for Ai Lini, she was still too young to show any potential.
However, Fei’ouna didn’t have overly high expectations or want her youngest daughter to compare with her sister.
As long as the family was safe and sound, nothing was more important than that.
Of course, she also knew this was pure maternal softness on her part, but she couldn’t help it.
As a mother, this was Fei’ouna’s most instinctive wish.
Especially when she was feeding the child, her maternal love overflowed like a breached dam.
Based on the pattern from the last few days, by the time Fei’ouna left the mysterious “Number Twelve” and rushed back, Ai Lini should still be pursing her pink little lips and sleeping soundly.
But today, something unexpected happened.
She had just changed her clothes when her perpetually sleepy youngest daughter started calling out in a clear, crisp voice like a broken record: “Mommy!”
“Ma!”
“Mwa!”
Fei’ouna had originally wanted to soak in a bath to ease the discomfort from last night’s serving duties.
But since her daughter had spoken, she could only give herself a quick rinse, throw on her pajamas, and lightly jog over to Ai Lini’s side.
“Baby, be good. Mommy’s here!”
To be honest, the first time she took care of a child, a situation like this really did make her feel a strange sense of embarrassment.
After all, she was a reincarnator.
Before coming to this world, Fei’ouna was a perfectly normal, innocent college guy.
Then after reincarnating, she became the Brave Princess.
She had thought that in the future, during her adventures, she would meet a beautiful girl at first sight, the two would fall in love, and have a sweet romance.
But she never expected to end up as the Demon Dragon’s wife, and even give birth to a pair of adorable daughters.
Going from a man to a wife and mother…
The process of that transformation—how heartbreaking it was.
But now, Fei’ouna didn’t have any psychological burden anymore.
Having experienced raising a daughter once before, from hatching the egg to child-rearing, she was quite adept at it.
She still remembered when giving birth to Ka Xiya, she was so nervous her mind went blank and she completely forgot the correct position.
The consequence was that the pain nearly killed her—she almost passed out.
Luckily, by the time Ai Lini was born, Fei’ouna didn’t make those same mistakes again, so raising this child was truly much easier.
For example, Ai Lini, who had just learned a few simple words, couldn’t yet express her thoughts fluently with language.
In a case like this, Fei’ouna didn’t even need to guess—she knew right away the little one was hungry.
Experience was one reason, but mainly because once Fei’ouna held Ai Lini in her arms, the little one’s tiny hands started getting restless.
Clearly, she had found her food source on her own.
But Fei’ouna instinctively stopped her.
“No way.”
“You’re this big now. You can’t eat this anymore.”
“Wait a bit, and Mommy will make you some magical beast meat soup.”
But Ai Lini wasn’t buying it at all.
Seeing that Mommy didn’t agree, she immediately started crying loudly and throwing a tantrum.
And Fei’ouna really had no way to deal with this.
Although, at this stage, she should be weaning the baby…
But back then, Ka Xiya had been the same way.
Ah, forget it.