Chapter 3: Banquets and Secrets

But if you want to know whose heavenly brew is the richest, which mountain’s fruit is the sweetest, or which palace has the best chef—you’ve found the right dragon.

Honestly, talk to me about food and I could go all night.

That’s how I got my title as the number one foodie. It all started at a banquet in Heaven. Back then, I was young and clueless, didn’t know how to mingle, just focused on eating.

No matter how dazzling the beauties or how handsome the men, nothing—and I mean nothing—beats the taste of good food!

Who knows which immortal saw me going to town at the buffet and started the rumor:

“The Southern Princess Savannah loves Heavenly food, eats fast, and has a huge appetite.”

After that, my reputation was set. Everyone knew I loved to eat and could eat a lot.

As for why I whined to my dear old dad about not being able to live without Howie—well, Howie’s a disciple of the God of Food!

Ever since that banquet, after I tasted the God of Food’s cooking, I was hooked. Couldn’t forget it, day or night. Honestly, that was the happiest night of my life!

I wanted to be happy every day, but I couldn’t exactly drag the God of Food down to the South Coast to cook for me, so I found his best disciple, Howie. Problem solved.

But really, I never actually get hungry—just always craving something delicious. That’s the immortal life for you.

Ugh, just thinking about it makes me roll my eyes—this Crown Prince!

I mean, he wants to marry me, but never even asked what I thought. Just had the King of Heaven propose, like it was nothing.

My dad is just a regular guy, managing a tiny patch of ocean on the Southern coast, busting his tail every day—how could he refuse the King of Heaven?

I’ve lived three thousand years, read a million romance novels. In all those stories, arranged marriages never end well. Blind dates, forced matches—always a disaster. If you want to be happy, you have to find love yourself!

But honestly, I’m not exactly Crown Prince material.

I have seven or eight older brothers, all sons of the Queen, now all big-shot immortals tens of thousands of years old. And me? I’m just the illegitimate daughter Dad brought home three thousand years ago.

Thinking about it, I feel a little down.

Dad once told me, “You’re no different from your brothers. No matter who your mom is, you’re still my kid. Having you as my daughter is the best thing that’s happened to me in ages. Little Savannah is the greatest treasure of the South Coast.”

I was so moved I almost started crying.

But even though Dad loves me so much, he still had to give in and marry me off.