Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons - Chapter 421: Bring your own bowls, I don’t have enough to serve everyone at once.

Chapter 421: Bring your own bowls, I don’t have enough to serve everyone at once.

“…This is… good!”

Kael spoke, his voice full of surprise.

“No, more than good!”

He raised his voice in excitement as he took another spoonful quickly, shaking his head with a small laugh.

“It is much, much better than anything we’ve had in days!”

Lavinia leaned forward eagerly, scooping her own portion. The moment it touched her tongue, her eyes lit up as well.

“Indeed.”

She nodded at Kael’s words.

“It’s balanced… soft, warm, even sweet at the end.

This doesn’t taste like rations at all—it tastes so much better.”

She looked at Maela with an approving smile.

“What they said was right, your hands have magic in them. You turned simple supplies into something so delicious and comforting.

I knew it was the right choice to come to you.”

Kael nodded firmly, swallowing another bite.

“Absolutely! Grandma Maela, you are indeed the best!

I can eat this all day, all year, for the rest of my life!”

He spoke excitedly.

A big, hearty smile appeared on Maela’s face when she heard those words. Seeing the two enjoy what she made filled her with a joy she couldn’t explain.

“Come to me every time you want,

I will make this as many times as you want.”

Maela spoke softly as a light, trembling laughter escaped her mouth.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness; they were tears of joy that only made her wrinkled smile much more beautiful.

And Lavinia—

“You shouldn’t say words you might regret, Grandma.

We might come up with plans that require you to make this every single day for hundreds of people, just like you used to back in those days.”

“What…? You can do that…?”

Maela’s expression changed,

“Do you have enough rations to feed hundreds of people…?”

She questioned and Lavinia smiled,

“That depends.

Do you wish to revisit the old days and cook for people?”

Maela stared at Lavinia in silence, unable to believe what she was hearing.

She… could feed people…?

And hundreds of them too?

For a Velmourn, those words were far too heavy to be normal. After all, they knew the situation of their people the best.

So if they somehow had a way to feed people and relieve their hunger even a little, they would obviously jump at the offer.

Just like Maela did.

“I do!

I will do it!”

She answered; she didn’t look like a woman in her seventies at all.

Seeing that sight, Lavinia chuckled lightly and—

“Then be prepared, Grandma Maela.

Because we start now.”

She spoke as five times more rations than what she previously brought out appeared on the floor, making Maela widen her eyes in absolute shock.

“We start small.”

Lavinia smiled.

Kael too had a big smile on his face as he stared at Maela and Old Maela… she just stared at the two in shock and in the end, she shook her head and accepted it.

She was literally in the presence of a God; food shouldn’t be a problem for someone like him.

Everything he does, every miracle he creates, it was all natural, something that should have happened anyway.

There was no need to be surprised.

“I will begin right now.”

Maela nodded with a light smile, both Kael and Lavinia nodded back and just like that—

The events that will be seen as the beginning of the change in the Velmourn society began.

…

At night, when most people started preparing dinner, a strange scent drifted through the wide streets of the Heights. It was warm, rich, and sweet—something none of the Velmourns had smelled in years.

Every corner of the square where the Elders lived was filled with this inviting scent. Old men and women peeked out from their doors. Their wrinkled noses twitched, their cloudy eyes blinked in surprise. One by one, they stepped outside, leaning on sticks, on walls, or simply shuffling slowly with curiosity.

“What is that smell…?”

One muttered.

“It… it smells delicious…”

Another whispered, his voice shaking with disbelief.

They followed the scent until they reached the open space between the houses, where the fire pit burned brighter than usual and very quickly, the Elders’ eyes fell on him.

Dragon God.

The Dragon God was here.

Their gazes instantly changed.

Before, some of them may not have known Kael, but after he caught the thieving provisioners, his name had become common among the Elders. The rumors of how he defeated the Stonefangs started spreading in the Elders’ Square as well and very quickly, these Elders turned into loyal followers of the Dragon God.

So now when they were seeing their God standing right in front of them, they couldn’t control themselves and started walking towards him with their weak, exhausted bodies.

Kael smiled lightly when he saw them, nodding and welcoming every single one of them.

He and Lavinia had set up a simple open kitchen. A pot boiled, steam curling into the cold air. And standing in front of it, stirring with both hands, was Maela.

The fragrance came from the dish she was making—the same one she had served Kael and Lavinia before.

The elders’ attention quickly fell on Maela. The fragrance had already brought them out, but the food wasn’t the only thing that caught their attention.

It was Maela herself.

She stood tall, her back straighter than before, and her face glowed with energy. There was a big smile stretched across her wrinkled cheeks as she stirred and hummed softly under her breath.

Those who had known her in her younger days froze. Their eyes softened as their lips started to tremble; it was clear that they were having a difficult time holding back the emotions they were currently feeling.

For a moment, they were pulled back into the past—when young Maela cooked for the entire neighborhood, the time when her doors were always open, her kitchen always alive with laughter and smells of food.

“…Maela,”

An old woman whispered, her lips curving into a smile.

“It’s been so long since I saw you like this.”

Her voice felt warm; her eyes, however, were moist.

It was no longer about the food, just seeing this sight after all these years filled her with a strange energy.

And it wasn’t just her; the warmth in her voice spread quickly, more elders smiled, especially the ones who had known Maela for a long time. Their hearts stirred with nostalgia.

Unable to stop themselves, a few stepped forward.

“What are you making, Maela? Is it just me or is this scent even more delicious than what you used to make before? Did your cooking somehow get even better now that you are old?”

One of them asked, staring at the pot and whatever was inside it with a curious look on his face. The color, the scent, the flavor—everything felt much more refreshing than anything he had consumed in his entire life.

“Shut it, Armin.

The only one old here is you!”

Maela answered with a glare.

“You are three months older than me, old hag.”

Old Armin teased in a low, hoarse voice and Maela, instead of getting annoyed or angry, showed expert-level self-control and grinned—

“I take it you already ate dinner, because it doesn’t look like you want it.”

In an instant, Armin’s smile faded away.

“This… this is for us…?”

He stared at the bowl, nearly salivating.

And it wasn’t just him; the rest of the elders seemed shaken as well.

“Not for you.”

Maela answered, turning her face away as if she didn’t wish to talk to Armin any longer.

“What do you mean not fo—”

Armin tried to question but then—

“Does this mean we can have it, Maela!?”

Another old woman asked over him, her eyes glittering with excitement and hunger.

“Of course! Why do you think I am making this out here?”

Maela answered with a big smile.

“But bring your bowls. I don’t have enough to serve everyone at once.”

“Ohhh!! Okay, okay, you wait here, I will go bring a bowl.”

The woman nodded as she quickly rushed back. Of course, her body was still weak, so she wasn’t fast, but it was definitely faster than when she came here.

“I-Is this… for us as well…?”

Another Elder, the one who hadn’t known Maela from their young days, questioned in an uncertain tone.

Maela turned towards him and answered excitedly,

“It is for everyone! But keep in mind, this is on a first-come, first-served basis, so if you want some, start moving your old asses and bring your bowls!”

The Elders’ eyes shimmered. Very quickly, a competitive spirit that hadn’t been seen inside them for decades was reignited again. They pushed their bodies and rushed back to their houses with big smiles on their faces.

“Maela…”

Old Armin called out in a low voice. Maela finally turned towards him and,

“What are you waiting for? Go bring your bowl.”

“Y-Yes!”

Armin nodded with a bright smile as he rushed back.

It was honestly quite amusing seeing these elders act like children, but the sight made both Kael and Lavinia smile. The two of them stared at each other and slowly, they shifted closer to each other, holding hands in silence as they watched the entire thing play out.

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