“Don’t worry about the kitchen. I have a plan! Undine!”
Today, Undine’s role was that of a cleaning spirit.
From thin air, small water droplets splashed and in no time, a fish of watercolor appeared, elegantly swinging its tail.
[Contractor! Our little chick! A thief has intruded!]The kitchen was a mess, with flour scattered all over the floor, a broken egg on the ground, and the pitiful plight of the little chick. It was as if a thief had invaded.
[Where did the naughty thief go?!]“……?”
[Where did the one who made this mess go? I’ll catch them.]Enlil chuckled.
“Undine…….”
Evelia clasped her hands, fiddling around while sneaking glances at Undine. She seemed to know she had done something wrong.
[…Did you start a war here?!]Undine sounded angry. The bigger the chick grew, the larger the scale of the accidents she caused.
Normal humans become more mature as they grow up. Is our little chick an exception, or is she just not grown up yet?
“No! I was just baking……”
[Are you trying to poison someone?]“No! It’s for mom, dad, friends, and the knights……”
[Are you trying to poison those people?]“When it’s baked, it will be delicious! I even added bananas!”
[Dragon. No, Dragon Lord. You’re hopeless.]Enlil, who had been chuckling and watching, finally realized it wasn’t a laughing matter.
I am one of the ones who has to eat this devil’s cooking! Enlil’s face turned grim.
“Undine, clean the kitchen, me, and Enlil with water. Flour has been spilled.”
[What do you want to be when you grow up, little chick? Huh?]“When a chick grows up, it becomes a chicken. Undine, you always ask the same thing.”
Despite her grumbling, Undine moved diligently for her small contractor.
As a lower spirit sharing some emotions with the Spirit King, Undine could understand.
‘It seems the King is quite entertained watching this.’
Meanwhile, Evelia, Enlil, and Undine, who lacked knowledge and knew nothing about human cooking, were unaware that adding water to flour for cookies would turn it into dough.
When Undine dropped a water bomb over Evelia and Enlil, the flour began to lump together, turning sticky and doughlike.
All three of them sensed something was wrong, but it was already too late.
“I turned into dough!!”
Evelia spread her arms awkwardly like a penguin and screamed.
“……It’s sticky.”
So was Enlil.
[Both of you should just go into that oven and get baked nicely. So you won’t cause any more accidents.]Undine felt it. Her King was now even laughing out loud.
This is troublesome.
‘Should I thank them for making my King laugh, or should I scold them to stop causing accidents.’
Ding.
While Undine was pondering, the cookies that Evelia had haphazardly put into the oven were done.
When Evelia, wearing an oven mitt too big for her hands, pulled out the tray, the burnt cookies were revealed.
“Cookies!”
[…Those look more like bombs.]“My homemade cookies!”
“….They look more like meteorites.”
Evelia neatly ignored Undine and Enlil’s scoffs.
Since I made them myself, everyone will love them when I share!
Evelia divided the cookies into boxes she had prepared earlier.
She separately prepared for her mom, dad, brothers, Agress and Ludwig, and through a maid, sent two boxes to the Count of Cassis.
Though it was a matter for later, Ekrian and Rellian who received these seriously wondered if the cookies were an SOS signal sent by Evelia.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]Thud, thud.
As the faint sound of light footsteps echoed in the training grounds, the knights, as always, halted their duel.
“Halt the duel! The young lady arrives!”
The clashing spears all simultaneously fell to the ground.
“Attention knights, attention!!”
Sure enough, after the knights laid down their swords and about 30 seconds passed, Evelia’s clear voice mockingly resounded.
Arkan, who was training with the knights, walked toward the entrance of the training grounds.
“My child, what brings you to the training grounds at this hour?”
“Brother! I came to give this to Brother! I baked cookies!”
Evelia shyly handed out a box.
“I brought something for the knights, too!”
Ah… The training grounds fell into a pot of emotion.
Our young lady has grown so much and even bakes her own cookies. And just when we were tired and exhausted and running low on sugar.
Arkan and Cedric, along with the knights, each opened the boxes they were given.
“…?”
Where are the cookies? Is this poop?
“Hehe I made it. Banana cookies!”
“….”
“….”
“Oh my our young lady has made banana flavored poo I mean, cookies!!”
“Yeah!”
“Well…we will enjoy it after our training ends, young lady!”
At these words, Evelia tilted her head.
“Aren’t you eating now? Why? Aren’t you hungry?”
On Evelia’s face, which looked puzzled, there was a strange expectation.
In the end, it was Arkan and Cedric who had the sin of having a cute little sister who shouldered the responsibility.
“Now! We have to eat it now! We have to try what our child gave us right away!”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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