I don't want to be a dragon maid!

"Be friends...who is this Annie you're talking about?"

"She's a member of the Wendy family. I spent the whole afternoon with her. Come to think of it, I was able to earn this money thanks to her!"

Noah didn't notice Shelley's unusual behavior; she continued speaking to herself...

"I really owe her a huge favor..."

"Anne of the Wendy family, are you not even using her surname anymore...?"

Shelley puffed out her cheeks slightly, a jealous expression on her face, and muttered under her breath.

"Lord Shelley, what are you saying?"

Noah asked curiously.

"Nothing, Noah, I was just asking if that Anne is pretty?"

Shelley asked cautiously.

"Yes, of course she's beautiful. She has a sweet appearance, but..."

Noah frowned slightly and said with a hint of helplessness.

"Annie always gives off a mysterious and intellectual vibe. Although she doesn't seem like a bad person, there's always a feeling that... she's hiding something..."

"Sweet-looking! Mysterious! Intellectual! Hehe, Noah, it seems you've met a nice person..."

Shelley's face turned into a round, puffy mess, and flames seemed to flicker in her eyes.

"She's a nice person, but she seems to have no sense of propriety when joking. She just told me she wanted me to be her girlfriend... Huh?"

At this moment, Noah smelled a strong sour smell. She slowly turned her head to look at Shelley and saw that the girl was emanating a faint black aura, and her lips were so pouty that they could hold an oil bottle.

"Lord Shelley, you're not angry... are you?"

Noah said cautiously.

"Why should I be angry? It's none of my business!"

Shelley crossed her arms, turned her back, and said angrily.

“I’m innocent, Lord Shelley! I have no relationship with that Anne… no, Miss Wendy. She’s just a friend…”

Noah immediately protested his innocence.

"Friends? Ordinary friends? Or even deeper friends..."

Shelley turned her head, her blue, jewel-like eyes reflecting an eerie light.

“I don’t know… but Lady Shelley, I am a chaste woman! Even if she wants to become my friend, I will firmly refuse!”

Noah patted her chest and said in a serious tone.

"You know me, I only have Shelley in my heart! You have to believe me!"

"Why are you explaining all this to me? Who you befriend has nothing to do with me..."

Shelley said this, but the sourness in her tone was much less pronounced.

Noah felt a little relieved this time. Looking at Shelley, who was being difficult with her, she felt immense admiration for those predecessors who dared to build harems.

If one is so difficult to handle, imagine what it would be like with three, four, five, or six...

Even if you had ten mouths and three heads, it wouldn't be enough to talk about this!

Noah sighed softly, his face full of helplessness.

"Lord Shelley, have you had dinner yet...?"

Noah promptly changed the subject, lifting the large bag in her hand and saying with a smile.

"I made a fortune this time, and I bought a lot of ingredients that can make a lot of dishes."

"I didn't eat... no, I did!"

With just this simple question, Shelley began to hesitate. She first nodded, then shook her head, looking somewhat nervous, her eyes occasionally drifting to another table.

Noah looked at another table and saw a large wooden basin covering the middle of it, seemingly concealing something.

Shelley noticed Noah's gaze, put her hands behind her back, blushed, and stammered.

"I...tried...to make some...Goldi meat sauce pasta..."

"Oh, Lord Shelley, have you made dinner?"

Noah paused for a moment, then asked curiously.

"Ok!"

Shelley nodded slightly, her eyes filled with both expectation and fear as she looked at Noah.

For some reason, when Noah saw Lord Shelley nod, he felt an urge to cry, like the feeling of a mother whose child finally knows how to love her child!

My daughter has finally grown up!

"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about!"

Shelley looked at Noah, who was weeping, and said speechlessly.

"I just feel so excited that my efforts haven't been in vain! Let's call today the anniversary of Shelley's first time cooking, or Shelley's first meal!"

"Don't choose such strange anniversaries!"

Shelley couldn't help but complain.

Noah wiped away her tears and pointed to another table, saying with some anticipation.

"Lord Shelley, is this dinner prepared for me?"

"Well, I guess so..."

Shelley lowered her head and nodded again.

"Then I will be grateful."

Before Shelley could finish speaking, Noah cheered and strode toward the table.

"Wait, Noah!"

Shelley quickly reached out and called to Noah, her fear fully showing on her face.

"What is it, Lord Shelley?"

Noah stopped and looked at Shelley with curiosity.

"You...don't laugh...if you think it's ugly, you can throw it away..."

Shelley pinched her fingers and said softly.

"Why would I laugh? This is dinner that Lady Shelley prepared for me... I..."

As Noah spoke, she lifted the wooden basin. At that moment, a puff of white steam swept over her, and she immediately felt a chill on her face.

On the table sat a wooden bowl, while a large basin contained shimmering noodles...

Glowing noodles?

Just as Noah was wondering if she had stumbled upon the set of "Chinese Little Chow Street," she realized that the surface of the noodles had frozen over... or rather, the entire wooden bowl was covered in a thick layer of ice.

Above the bowl, a fork is stuck in the ice, the upper body is exposed to the air, and the lower body is buried deep under the ice.

Noah paused for a moment, then pointed at the wooden bowl and looked at Shelley.

"Lord Shelley, is my dinner popsicle?"

"No, that's not it! I already said Goldie's Bolognese!"

Shelley said with a wronged expression.

“I had already finished making it, but I saw that you hadn’t come back, so I wanted to heat it up… but I used the wrong magic… and it turned out like this.”

Chapter 41 Noah's Hometown Dish

Shelley became increasingly frustrated as she spoke, collapsing to the ground, radiating a heavy sense of negativity.

"I'm a complete failure... I can't even make noodles properly..."

Noah didn't speak, but reached out and grabbed the fork, pulled hard, and the whole bowl of noodles came off the wooden bowl, like an ice pop, and was held in her palm.

Shelley felt ashamed and uneasy when she saw this.

"Laugh if you want, anyway, I'm someone who can't do anything right..."

"Crack!"

Just as Shelley was feeling down, Noah opened his mouth and bit into the popsicle, making a crisp sound.

A small piece was bitten off from the seemingly hard popsicle.

"Mmm, the icy texture paired with the light meat sauce gives it a very refreshing taste!"

Noah closed his eyes and ate the popsicle in his mouth like he was chewing on green beans, appreciating the popsicle noodles in his hand like a gourmet.

"Each strand of noodle adds layers of texture. This mysterious and complex flavor and multi-layered texture bring a feeling that I have never experienced before. Not bad, I give it a hundred points out of ten!"

"You idiot! You actually went and ate it!"

Shelley quickly went over and snatched the popsicle from Noah's hand, saying worriedly.

"Spit it out, spit it out quickly, it will be troublesome if your mouth gets frostbite."

"It's alright, it's alright! It's perfectly normal for a maid to have teeth and a mouth like steel! Look at me, I'm completely fine. If you don't believe me, I'll show you, reoreoreo..."

As Noah spoke, he opened his mouth and began to move his nimble tongue like Kakyoin.

"Get out of here! You perverted maid! I was so worried about you for nothing!"

Shelley gently pushed Noah away, her face flushed as she spoke.

"Haha, I'm sorry to have worried Lord Shelley, but I'm fine! I'm sure there's nothing wrong with any food made by Lord Shelley."

Noah gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.

"You idiot, if you say that, I'll just..."

Shelley looked at Noah's serious expression, touched her chest, her breathing became rapid, and said softly.