Chapter 148 The Evil Dragon Doesn't Want to Date You, Fearing Widowhood_3

I tasted the chef's stir-fried dishes every day.

Amelia came to help wash the vegetables, and though she was a bit clumsy at first, she quickly became adept.

The young dragon was somewhat surprised.

"I used to help Lance wash vegetables."

"Amelia sister, you're a guest, Ingrid and I can take care of these tasks."

"Don't be so formal."

Amelia had been observing Lance all the while, comparing the Lance of now to the Lance from a thousand years ago.

Compared to a thousand years ago, Lance seemed more noble, giving off an easygoing and lazy vibe.

He did whatever he wanted, not caring about others' opinions or his own status.

One moment he could be a noble oozing scholarly charm, the next a common man in an apron, smelling of kitchen smoke.

His temperament… would make you subconsciously overlook his rather decent appearance.

Lance from a thousand years ago…was simply naive and honest, and his temperament barely changed, except when he was mixing potions.