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An Ordinary Dinner with the Mecklen Family (Requesting Monthly Pass) Chapter 694: 659.
An Ordinary Dinner with the Mecklen Family (Requesting Monthly Pass) A cute little girl with her short legs outstretched was running wildly in the garden when suddenly she heard a voice calling distantly: “Gingerbread!
Don’t run around.”
The little girl immediately cried out with joy: “Mommy!”
She ran towards the voice and soon saw Anne, dressed in finery, leap forward and plunge into Anne’s embrace.
Anne hugged her daughter with a happy smile on her face.
She and Charles had been married for several years, and the family lived in Mecklenburg.
Gingerbread was their first daughter with him, and thus was very much adored.
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Well, usually Gingerbread’s brothers and sisters would be around her, which gave the little girl a confused “illusion” about the world—that the Evil Gods are all so cute.
Ah, but here the Evil Gods aren’t her brothers and sisters; they are little toys given to her by her siblings.
Gingerbread rubbed her little face against her mother’s chest and asked, “When will Daddy come back?”
Anne softly said, “Daddy has gone to the academy, where an important alchemy item needs to be completed, and he has to assist.”
Gingerbread said somewhat unhappily, “I want Daddy to come back and have dinner with me.”
Anne laughed and said, “He will definitely come back to have dinner with you.”
Gingerbread jumped down to the ground and ran off in high spirits.
Anne did not go after her daughter.
From the day Gingerbread was born, the Serpent of Destiny imprinted its mark on her.
Emilia, Lilith, Amon, and Gareth often stayed by her side, and even the nominal governess Karen wasn’t too worried about the miss.
Even if she couldn’t be found for a while, there was no concern.
She was not worried about her daughter, either.
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If Gingerbread were in danger, it would likely be at the level of an invasion by the collective Evil Gods from the Other World.
Gingerbread quickly found her dearest sister, Belisa.
As a former maid to a certain duchess, now the steward of the Archduke’s Mansion, she had become a very powerful female official, with almost all the servants of the Archduke’s Mansion under her management.
The little one called out, “Sister Belisa, I want to hear more of Daddy’s past stories.”
Belisa felt somewhat guilty and spoke in a low voice, “This must not be let known to Lady Anne.”
Gingerbread nodded and listened patiently as Belisa recounted the story of Charles and Princess May.
The story was already at its final stretch, and when Belisa finished recounting the story of the Great Princess of Inglima, Gingerbread happily said, “Sister Belisa, I want to hear the story of Aunt Meinerman tomorrow.”
A chill rose up behind Belisa.
She always felt that once the fact she told stories to Gingerbread was exposed, Anne might become furiously angry and have her hanged on the walls of Mecklenburg.
Of course, despite these worries, she could not resist Gingerbread’s pestering and cleared her throat to start narrating the rumors between The Empire’s First Rose and Charles.
Ah, the stories of Charles and the distinguished women of the Empire had become the bestselling book series of the Old Continent, the only one that could compete with Charles’ own novels in sales, and not even falling behind.
The author of the novels—me, me, me!
Has become a much-sought-after literary master.
It’s said that Anne was very annoyed, accusing the author of talking nonsense, but in the end, out of “love for talent,” she still allowed the publication of this series—a matter that has further led the series of novels depicting Duke Charles Mecklen and his eighteen women to skyrocket in sales and remain immensely popular to this day.
Incidentally, this series of books are all unfinished…
The author updates several tens of thousands of words each year, then revises them along with the previous story, and releases the latest edition.
This is also one of the main reasons why Serpent of Destiny’s works stay top-selling.
Belisa had no idea how she became so infatuated with telling this particular story to little gingerbread.
She didn’t realize that every time she told the story to little gingerbread, a silver serpentine tail would appear above her head, tapping her occasionally.
Whenever she briefly regained her clarity, the tail would shatter all her reason and leave her confused, continuing to narrate this “Taboo Book” to little gingerbread.
“It is said that, when your father faced Zimmerman, he stood in front of Miss Meinerman and declared loudly: ‘When there are flowers to be plucked, pluck them straight away; do not wait until there are no flowers and nothing but regret!’ Now, The Empire’s First Rose has been plucked by me…”
“Zimmerman went mad on the spot and started fighting with your father.”
Charles hurried into the Duke’s Mansion, his senses incredibly sharp.
He had already heard Belisa telling a story to his daughter and just caught this unbearable segment.
He wanted to scold her but then saw a silver serpentine tail, pointing him in a certain direction.
He could only pretend not to hear and went straight to find Anne.
Anne was arranging the dinner.
The opulence of Duke’s Mansion went without saying; even a simple family meal involved intricate etiquettes and grandeur.
On the table was a main dish, looking a bit out of place but very eye-catching: a bound Evil God.
Such a main course was not something even Duke Mecklen’s Mansion had often.
As for the rest of the dishes, they were quite ordinary, but they were heavily styled after Eastern cuisine, especially many that the Old Continent didn’t have, like stir-fries and stews.
These dishes were invented by Charles and had been included in his novels, which were now very popular on the Old Continent.
Charles gave his wife a big hug and whispered, “You look so beautiful today!”
Anne grinned and asked, “Have you encountered any troubles today?”
Charles smiled slightly and replied, “No troubles.
I’ve been wanting to craft a piece of jewelry for you, but the materials are rather difficult to refine.
Recently I’ve overcome a few technical challenges, and I believe you will have this gift by your birthday this year.”
Anne knew that the gift Charles was preparing for her wasn’t just any gift; it was a Divine Artifact.
She said nothing but simply sent someone to call their daughter back.
Soon, little gingerbread appeared at the dining room doorway.
Seeing her dad, she jumped joyfully and clung to her father’s neck, saying, “Daddy!
I want you to continue teaching me the Asilo Clan’s swordsmanship.”
Charles chuckled affectionately, “Of course!”
“What rank has your Secret Technique reached?”
Little gingerbread cheerfully answered, “Seventh Rank!”
Charles laughed, “My little gingerbread is already an Intermediate rank Transcendent!”
The little girl nodded earnestly, causing her mother’s face to blush faintly with embarrassment.
Despite Anne’s years of effort, she was still stuck at Sixth Rank, only a Low level Transcendent, and was now outclassed by her daughter.
Charles did not dare continue on this topic and simply said, “Let’s eat!”
The family neatly sat around the dining table—Charles, Anne, little gingerbread, and the rest of the family members all sat up straight, except for Emilia, who held a flaming dinner fork in one hand and a dark-glowing dinner knife in the other, eyeing the main course eagerly.
In summary, this was just another day in Duke Charles Mecklen’s household, the atmosphere most peaceful and harmonious at dinner.
This was an ordinary day in the mansion of Duke Mecklen.
