The Understated Dragon Lord novel Chapter 668

Beauty, still uncertain, questioned, "Are you sure the fish will taste good when you grill it like that, especially without any spices?"

"Who said I don’t have spices? These wild flowers and herbs are nature's finest seasonings. The most luxurious ingredients require the simplest cooking methods!" Daniel defended his culinary approach, despite the visible skepticism from Beauty.

"Yeah right, like you're really cooking? People would mistake this for a wildfire if they didn't know any better!" Beauty mocked, just as Victoria swayed over to check on the commotion.

"What's happening here? Is there a fire? You both should move back before you get burned!" Victoria’s words sent Beauty into a fit of laughter.

"Bahaha... you heard that, country bumpkin? Even Victoria thinks it looks like you started a fire." Beauty taunted Daniel, smacking his back while laughing uncontrollably at his expense.

"It's just a special cooking technique! The fish becomes more tender and flavorful when roasted over an intense flame and heavy smoke," Daniel insisted. Looking around and noting the environmental cues, he warned the women, "The winds are picking up again, and this time it's natural, not summoned by me. This could be a strong gale, so I advise you ladies to hold down your skirts to avoid any... awkward situations where I don’t know whether to look or look away."

"Awkward? Since when do perverts like you feel awkward?" Beauty retorted, punching Daniel before accusingly asking, "Do you get a kick out of this? Are you secretly hoping for the wind to lift our skirts so you can get an eyeful?"

"If praying worked, I would definitely do it! But it doesn’t, so we're at the mercy of nature and perhaps a bit of divine intervention. If God offers me a chance to see what's beneath your skirts, only then can I take a peek," Daniel joked, giving Beauty a particularly lecherous grin. "Of course, if Beauty were willing to grant me a glimpse of what's beneath her skirt, I would be most appreciative."

"Get lost!" Beauty snapped, picking up a branch and smacking Daniel’s behind. "Talk nonsense again, and I'll make sure your ass feels it!"

"It doesn’t bother me; if you hurt me, you'll have to apply the medicine. Otherwise, we'll have issues," Daniel replied, unphased by her threats.

"Medicine for your ass? In your dreams! I'd rather carve the words 'asshole' and ‘scumbag' onto your butt with a knife," Beauty half-joked, though a part of her did wonder if it would be entertaining to actually follow through. Of course, she wouldn't use a knife; she'd prefer a washable marker. After writing those words, she'd cap off her artwork with a turtle right on the country bumpkin's rear.