Chương 292: Extra Large Spicy Meat Stick

Roland pinched her chin and carefully looked up to observe the red dragon Augusta in front of her.

It should be noted that even the nobles of the empire turn a blind eye to the poor people who are right next to them.

If the noble's magical cultivation is high, this disregard becomes even more severe, and they may not even regard them as belonging to the same species.

Therefore, the empathy that Augustata is now showing is truly commendable.

Could it be because of the spicy strips?

Are spicy strips really that appealing?

Roland's gaze involuntarily moved to the satchel at the red dragon's waist.

The boy dragon's special shoulder bag was quite large, almost big enough to fit the curled-up Roland inside.

Just then, the red dragon reached for its bag, intending to alleviate its sadness at losing a gold coin by eating snacks.

For dragons, earning a hundred gold coins might be considered a small profit, but losing even one gold coin would be a huge loss.

If we give Roland a gold coin now, she'll need to eat several spicy snacks to feel better.

Her dragon claw deftly opened the lid, and with a gentle flick of its tip, magic formed an invisible giant hand that grabbed a huge chunk of spicy strips.

The spicy strips were densely intertwined, almost bigger than Roland's entire head, and emitted a strong aroma of spices, causing Roland to wrinkle her nose and take a half step back.

"Mr. Tata, do you eat this many spicy snacks at once?"

"Is this a lot?"

Augusta manipulated a mage's hand made of magic and placed the lump of spicy strip in her palm.

The mage's hand did not disappear immediately, but instead subtly changed shape, placing itself like a bowl or plate under the spicy snack lump to prevent her fat dragon claws from getting dirty.

Such precise manipulation of magic is quite rare for a carefree young dragon.

Roland stood on tiptoe to take a look and praised it.

"Lord Tata, your level of magic manipulation is quite high."

However, Augusta, upon hearing the praise, unusually fell silent and did not take the opportunity to boast.

Heh, what's the use of having a high level of magic manipulation?

Magic cultivation is the most important indicator in this world and within the Dragon Clan.

She didn't respond to Roland's praise, tilted her head back, poured the spicy snack ball into her mouth, and silently chewed it.

The sound of chewing could be heard.

This is almost enough to kill a person, and the number of spicy strips that make a human's buttocks spit out like a rocket is just right for the Red Dragon.

In fact, due to their insufficient size and thickness, they have a somewhat crumbly texture.

From an outsider's perspective, if we translate it to the human perspective, it would be equivalent to a human eating spicy noodles.

No wonder Red Dragon was clamoring to develop spicy strips exclusively for the Dragon Clan.

With its over three-meter-tall dragon body, ordinary spicy strips would indeed only be enough to fill a tooth gap if placed in front of it.

"Hmm, not bad."

"Freshly baked food definitely tastes better."

The spicy snack cheered Augusta up. She patted the glass bottle and looked down at Roland.

"The canned spicy strips produced by your group are really stingy. Each one is cut too short. I can't enjoy them at all."

"I had to personally guide you yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked at the spicy strips in the glass bottle and was speechless.

The spicy strips inside were all taken from the factory by Honglong yesterday; the shortest one is at least one meter long.

If it were a human, swallowing it would probably allow it to crawl out from behind their buttocks.

"Hehe, whatever you like."

"During your stay at our group, I will have the factory set aside a production line specifically to prepare extra-long spicy strips for you."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

The red dragon flapped its wings happily and took two steps to the left and right.

Then she realized that she had been a little too cheerful.

As Kou Lin's assistant once said, her current identity is that of a consumer who has come to claim compensation and file a complaint, so she has to be tough and assertive!

So she immediately stopped what she was doing, cleared her throat, and pretended not to care.

"Ahem!"

"I mean, I'm very satisfied with this attitude. My opinion of you has improved."

"From now on, if you ever shop at the Golden Dragon Chamber of Commerce, just mention Augusta's name to Corinne's little lackey, and I'll give you a 9. 5% discount!"

As she spoke, Augusta seemed to have thought of something and quickly added.

"By the way, my satisfaction doesn't mean you don't need to research the extra-large spicy strip, understand?"

She stuffed another clump of spicy strips into the dragon's mouth, freeing up its two claws to gesture at Roland, making demands as she did so.

"I want a spicy snack stick that's this long, this thick, and this big, preferably with some meat inside, so it becomes a meat-flavored spicy snack stick!"

"Big Fox, trust me, it will definitely sell very well."

How can it sell like hotcakes? This spicy strip is so big, who else can it be sold to besides dragons?

The Dragon Clan is only a small number of dragons, and the market is tiny. In addition, the Dragon Clan members are all incredibly stingy. They are destined not to make much money from making these super-sized spicy meat sticks.

Roland didn't say these words aloud, lest the seemingly carefree red dragon throw a tantrum.

She asked curiously.

"Lord Tata, why do you like eating Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips so much?"

"While I have great confidence in the group's products, if we're really going to be picky, there are plenty of high-end snacks that taste better than spicy strips, aren't there?"

This really hit the nail on the head for Red Dragon.

The dragon, like a complaining woman, began to whine incessantly.

"It's not that I absolutely need spicy strips, it's just that the small portions of the snacks you nobles offer are too small."

"Those exquisite little snacks are so tiny! You dare to charge me a single gold coin for buying ten or so of them? They wouldn't even be as tall as one of my claws if you stacked them up."

"Forget about satisfying my cravings, I didn't even get a taste before those snacks were gone!"

When the topic turned to feeding the enormous dragon, Augusta became incredibly talkative, as if she had opened an endless box of words.

Roland realized this was a good opportunity to get closer to him, so she waved for Coco the cat to go back to resume greenhouse production, while she accompanied Red Dragon on a walk along the oak ridge, chatting and strolling.

They walked all the way to the center of the greenhouse, where the tree lady had transformed into a large tree, and the fox and dragon stopped.

Augusta simply plopped down on the lawn, the dragon leaning against the tree trunk, its two claws outstretched, rhythmically patting its belly.

"Honestly, there are so many delicious things, but we dragons would have to increase the quantity tenfold just to get a taste of them. It's really unfair."

Roland was ashamed.

If anyone is going to say something is unfair, it should be humans and beastmen who have the right to say it.

Dragons are born with long lifespans, and they can increase their magic power by sleeping all the time, which is truly unfair.

Yes, it's unfair to other races.

Moreover, the dragon race must have had corresponding solutions for such a minor issue as eating, right?

Roland leaned close to the red dragon's head and asked a question.

"Lord Tata, aren't your dragon race able to transform into human form?"

"If I shrink, wouldn't I be able to properly enjoy the food?"

"Transformation?!"

Roland's question only made things worse. The red dragon, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, straightened up immediately, its face filled with a guilty expression.

"Why should this dragon transform into human form?"

"This dragon is a gourmet who pursues nature's essence. What I want is to savor the original flavor of snacks in my dragon form. Transforming into human form only makes me feel incredibly stifled!"

The red dragon was clearly a little nervous; its claws, which were patting its belly, moved much faster, striking its fat belly with a drumming-like force.

Roland naturally noticed the red dragon's unease.

She remained silent for a moment, her gaze shifting back and forth between Augusta's wandering eyes and Fat Dragon's large belly.

"I said... Lord Tata."

"Could it be that your human form is too obese, which is why you're unwilling to transform?"