[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 5 [English]

Chapter 4 Looking for Chicken

Early the next morning, I got up sleepily and went to wait in front of the Queen’s bedroom.

Before the queen leaves the bedroom, all the maids must finish their morning work and stand in front of the door waiting for the queen’s orders.I am the lowest-ranking maid, responsible for running various errands, so my job in the morning is to stand in the corridor at the door of the bedroom, waiting for the queen to come out.

Several low-level maids were standing outside side by side. I was at the end of the line, listening to the queen’s various dissatisfying scoldings from the bedroom as usual.My head moved slowly, and I became drowsy. After a while, the queen came out with her neck held high.

Igland is indeed a rare beauty.She is wearing a fiery red dress, which highlights her snow-white skin, graceful figure, and bright facial features.Only the raised eyebrows and the drooped corners of her mouth reveal a bit of her irritability and cruelty.I looked at her quietly, and couldn’t help but think of her husband, whom I met by chance last night.

The way User looked at me really didn’t look like Liu Xiahui.Then why do you leave such a beautiful wife a widow?Even if Iglan has a bad reputation, a man would be unable to bear such beauty, right?

I was thinking wildly in my mind when I suddenly found Igland standing in front of me. My heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly lowered my head, staring closely at the gorgeous lace of her skirt trailing to the floor.

“Candice, because of your poor work yesterday, I didn’t even eat dinner.” She’s cold voice came from above me: “You go to the kitchen now and tell those idiots that I want to eat chicken today, and I must have a 6-month-old black hen. If you still prevent me from eating today, you will not be able to eat all day tomorrow, and you will feel hungry.”

After saying that, she walked past me without even bothering to look at me, leaving me only with her long skirt trailing from behind.

What kind of score is this?Look at all the jewelry piled up in your hair, it’s almost like you’re tangled up into a Christmas tree!

I cursed in my heart, cursing her for being thrown off balance by those jewels.He didn’t run to the kitchen until she was far away.

Want to eat chicken? This task sounds simple, but I already have rich experience.My biological mother will never be dismissed so easily. She will definitely make trouble over nothing, and then immediately use the topic to her advantage. I am afraid she will return the food from the kitchen again and again, just to torture me who is running errands.If I don’t hurry up, there will really be nothing to eat tomorrow!

Sure enough, from the moment he served the first plate of chicken, Igland was very picky. One moment he said the chicken was old, another moment he said it was not a black hen, and another moment he said the chicken was too small, less than 6 months old, and tasted bad… I went back and forth 4 or 5 times, making the cook so angry that his beard smoked. When the last black hen in the castle died unexpectedly and was brought to the queen, her sacrifice still did not satisfy the queen.The queen said that this was not a black hen and she had to take it down and change it.

“This… is the last one…” I had no choice but to whisper boldly.

Iglan’s beautiful eyes were like daggers, and he pierced them.

“You can’t do what the queen ordered, and you still dare to talk back?” Igraine’s sneer made me shudder: “When you arrived in Gomorrah, you became a lot more courageous.”

I didn’t dare to speak anymore and lowered my head.Igraine glanced at the cook standing next to him, probably because he was annoyed that he couldn’t beat me in front of others.She put a hand on her forehead, showing a weak and bored look, and said: “How many times have I said that I want a black hen, 6 months old. As long as you do as I ask, I will not be dissatisfied. Why can’t you convey my words properly? You can’t even do this little thing well? Or do you want to let your queen starve on purpose?”

I scolded this witch a thousand times in my heart.The cook smiled apologetically and said, “It is indeed a 6-month-old black hen.”

Igland looked at the cook coldly: “Are you questioning my judgment? Gomorrah is indeed a very good country, but if the queen wants to eat chicken, she still has to look at the faces of the cook and the maid?”

The cook’s expression changed, and he hurriedly bent down, not daring to argue any further. He heard Igland sneer in his ears: “How can you be so sure? Did you give birth to this chicken?”

Neither of us dared to express our anger, but Igland slapped the table and shouted, “Say it!”

“No…it’s not…”

Igland snorted, picked up the plate of chicken, and threw it in front of me: “Take it back and let the kitchen cook it again!”

There was silence for a while, and I saw that no one dared to speak. I had to hold on to the sad and angry thought that if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell, and whispered: “But, there are no chickens anymore…”

Igland is already arrogant and willful, and since no one has slept with her recently, his endocrine system is probably not going well. When he heard my words, he suddenly exploded.

“Then go buy it! If you can’t buy it, go to the fields to catch it!” She shouted angrily: “If you can’t catch it, don’t come back. I don’t raise useless dogs!”

Amid her roar, the cook and I ran away.The cook cursed in a low voice while holding the chicken that the Queen threw to the ground. I apologized apologetically: “Uncle, I’m so sorry… Queen she…”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ve seen it a long time ago. Queen she is just looking for trouble.” The cook said angrily: “Even the king of our country would not waste food like this, but she, a queen in name only, is so shameless…”

Queen in name only?My heart moved.Waiting calmly for him to continue.You know, the kitchen is the most well-informed place.

“If our country hadn’t been fighting for years, needing to recuperate, and couldn’t win the Sodom Kingdom for a while, the king wouldn’t have married this slut!” The cook was probably furious, and said regardless: “Both the prince and the Duke of Goa are opposed to this marriage. You know that His Majesty the King is not yet 26 years old. He has no idea what kind of woman he wants to marry, so how could he fall in love with this slut…”

At this point, the cook was suddenly startled and looked at me hurriedly.I guess he realized that he was talking too much and looked back with an innocent look on his face, as if he didn’t understand what he said.

Well, that’s the good thing about being a kid.

Seeing my appearance, the cook felt relieved and changed the topic.But I was really curious, so I asked more: “Uncle, how old is the prince this year?”

“His Royal Highness is 11 years old this year.”

In other words, the king’s stepfather became a father before he was 15 years old?It’s really amazing…but think about it, in ancient times people got married and had children very early.Juliet was only 14 years old when she died for Romeo.

“Has the former queen died a long time ago?” I asked again.

“Yes, he has been dead for 11 years.” The cook sighed.Suddenly I remembered something and asked me: “Have you heard any rumors outside? That the Queen was tortured to death by His Majesty the King? Those are all lies! The former Queen died in childbirth!”

It’s not surprising that when you get pregnant and have a baby at the age of 15, it’s difficult to give birth.

I nodded as I listened to the cook’s defense of his king.It can be seen that in the eyes of the people of this country, my stepfather is still very prestigious. It seems that those unreliable rumors about him are spread by his enemies.Despite this, I still don’t like him very much. The way he stared at me last night makes me feel chills when I think about it, as if my whole body was being licked by his eyes.