Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: The Great Pizza Experiment

If the Royal Kitchens were a battlefield, Primrose was the General, and The Kids were her chaotic infantry.

"Alright, listen up, troops!" Primrose commanded, standing on a stool so she could see over the massive wooden island. "Today, we are making history. We are making... Pizza."

A silence fell over the room.

Ophelia sat on the counter, swinging her legs. Her hand flickered slightly—transparent for a second—but she hid it by grabbing a rolling pin.

"Pee-zah?" Rurik sounded skeptical. He was wearing his new blue suit jacket over a flour-dusted apron. "Is it meat? If it is not meat, I am not interested."

"It is better than meat," Primrose promised. "It is bread, sauce, and cheese, baked until it becomes happiness. Now, wash your hands! Sanitation is the first rule of warfare!"

The Seven Heirs scrambled to the sinks.

Arjun marched to the sink. He didn’t just wash his hands; he scrubbed them with the intensity of a surgeon prepping for battle. "Scrubbing initiated! Germs are the enemy!"

Jasper stood on a step-stool. He didn’t splash. He observed the water flow, adjusted the temperature to the optimal degree for yeast activation, and washed with precise, calculated movements.

Silas washed his hands silently and disappeared into the shadows of the pantry to find olives.

Orion splashed water everywhere until Caspian caught him.

Vali growled at the soap because it smelled like flowers.

Clover hummed a little song, carefully drying her paws.

Ellia supervised everyone like a tiny Empress, pointing out spots they missed.

The Assembly Line

"Station One: Dough!" Primrose pointed to the flour-covered table.

Jax was stationed there. As a former Jade Serpent Guard, he treated the dough like an unruly prisoner.

WHAM.

Jax slammed the dough onto the table. "Target subdued," he reported, pinning the dough ball down. "It’s trying to rise, Primrose. Do I need to detain it?"

"Gentler, Jax," Luna laughed, dusting his nose with flour. "It’s yeast, not an intruder. You have to massage it, not arrest it."

Jax blushed. "Right. Massage. Tactical kneading."

Caspian and Orion were in charge of the tomatoes. Since they were Water-aligned, they didn’t need crushers. They used hydro-pressure to pulverize the tomatoes into a perfect puree.

"More basil," Ophelia critiqued, dipping a finger into the bowl. "It needs a kick. Do we have any of those spicy peppers from the Fire Sector?"

"Grandma, this is for the kids," Primrose warned.

"The kids are Heirs," Ophelia argued. "If they can’t handle a jalapeño, how will they handle a dragon?"

This was where the chaos truly lived.

Primrose had laid out bowls of everything: cured sausage (pepperoni), ham, mushrooms, peppers, onions, olives, and—at Ophelia’s insistence—pineapple (which caused a near-civil war between Rurik and Rajah).

"Make your own," Primrose told the kids. "Personal pizzas. Go wild."

Arjun took his dough seriously.

"Phalanx formation!" Arjun muttered to himself. He began arranging his pepperoni slices in perfect, overlapping rows, creating an impenetrable shield of meat. "If I layer the cheese here, it will reinforce the crust perimeter against structural collapse!"

Next to him, Jasper was working with the focus of a genius.

He wasn’t making a face or a fortress. He was calculating the surface area.

"The cheese-to-sauce ratio must be 1.5 to 1," Jasper murmured, using a small ruler he kept in his pocket. "If the moisture content is too high, the center will be soggy. I must distribute the mushrooms evenly to ensure thermal equilibrium."

Vali didn’t care about math or formations. He cared about one thing: Meat.

He took his dough and punched it flat. Then, he proceeded to build a mountain.

Sausage. Ham. Bacon. Venison. More sausage. There was no sauce. There was no cheese. Just a pile of carnivore dreams.

"It needs balance," Jasper noted, looking over. "That is not a pizza, Vali. That is a meat-cairn."

"It’s protein," Vali grunted, guarding his pile.

Next to him, Clover was working diligently.

She had rolled her dough into a perfect heart shape. She spread a thin layer of white sauce. Then, she arranged her toppings: carrots (julienned), broccoli, and sweet corn.

She placed each piece of corn individually to make a smiley face.

Rurik walked by. He looked at Vali’s pizza and nodded approvingly. "Good lad. That looks like a warrior’s meal."

Then he looked at Clover’s pizza.

"Vegetables?" Rurik scoffed playfully. "Little Bunny, that’s rabbit food. Where’s the flavor? Where’s the blood? You can’t grow big and strong on broccoli!"

Clover shrank back. Her long bunny ears drooped. She looked at her carefully constructed smiley face and felt silly.

"I... I like carrots," she whispered, looking down at her feet.

Rurik opened his mouth to tease her again—he was a Wolf, teasing was how they showed affection—but a low, vibrating growl stopped him.

Vali.

The six-year-old Wolf Heir had abandoned his Meat Mountain. He stepped between Rurik and Clover. His red eyes were flashing. His baby fangs were bared.

"Leave her alone, Dad," Vali snarled.

Rurik blinked. He looked at his son, then at the terrified bunny. He saw the genuine protective instinct in Vali’s stance.

He raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. Stand down, pup. I was just joking."

Rurik ruffled Vali’s hair (and got bitten on the thumb for his trouble) before wandering off to find the cheese.

Vali turned back to Clover. The growl vanished instantly.

He looked at her veggie pizza. He looked at his meat pizza.

He reached into his bowl of precious, hoard-worthy bacon. The crispest, most perfect piece.

He placed it gently on Clover’s pizza, right in the middle of the smiley face, making it look like a nose.

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