"Princess Irina touched my ears!" Connie shuddered. Although her ears hadn't been blown yet, she already felt a little itchy. However, the expression on her face seemed a little excited. Having her ears touched by her idol was so exciting. Such an intimate gesture, so happy! ! !
Princess Irina is more beautiful than she imagined. Her delicate face is like the most perfect sculpture of a god. Her noble temperament is far beyond that of any woman she has ever seen. Her long silver hair is scattered behind her like a waterfall. Called the most beautiful woman in the world.
And what she liked to hear the most since she was a child was the story about Princess Irina. Whether it was her love with Alex or the shocking things she had done, she left a legacy on the continent of Nolan. legend.
Even Alex's brilliance couldn't cover it up in the slightest.
She was still the elf princess, not just Alex's woman.
"If you like it, please feel free to touch it." Connie's face was slightly red and she stretched her ears towards Irina and said with anticipation.
"Then I'm not welcome." Irina reached out and pinched Connie's ear again. It was soft and warm, and she would scream when she pinched it. It was really interesting.
"Eh? The cat-eared girl was successfully trained?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Connie, who was screaming and being trained by Irina, and fell into deep thought, as if something was wrong?
"Isn't Connie too happy? No, I have to find a way." Standing aside, Barbara looked at Connie being touched with envy. She is now also Irina's biggest fan. Woolen cloth.
"Looking up close, Your Highness the Princess is even more beautiful, like a goddess in the sky." Yabei Mia looked at Irina with some envy.
"You are also a princess, there is no need to envy others." Elizabeth gently put her hand on Mia's shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"I just want to be a waiter. I don't think I can be a princess well." Mia shook her head, but she didn't look disappointed. Instead, she looked quite satisfied.
Elizabeth looked at Yabei Mia, and a smile appeared on her cold face. It didn't matter, Maimi's restaurant was very good.
"Where's the little bat?" Irina played with Connie's ears for a while, looking for Camilla in the restaurant with curious eyes. She is a mature woman, and she also likes to play, which is quite interesting.
"Camilla said she wouldn't come over because she had something to do tonight," Barbara said.
"That's it." Irina was a little regretful. She hadn't figured out what happened last time. She should have been allowed to talk before a bench knocked her unconscious.
"Okay, let's start dinner. Let's have some hot pot first, and then I'll make kebabs for everyone." Mag pushed the small dining cart out of the kitchen, placed a pot-in-a-pot amidst the red bushes and a little white in the center of the hot pot table, and then Invite everyone to sit down.
"What is this? Is it cooked and eaten now?" Irina looked at the hot pot and asked a little strangely.
Phyllis and Sheryl were also a little curious. They had never seen hot pot before they left.
"This is a hot pot. After the soup pot boils, put the ingredients into the pot..." Mag took a hot pot eating guide and distributed it to the three of them, and then explained to them in detail how to eat hot pot.
How can hot pot and barbecue be without beer? A large wooden barrel has been standing next to it. Except for the four children, everyone's cups have been filled with clear and transparent beer.
"We orc children can also drink." Connie protested, shaking the juice in the quilt.
"Aren't you going to ride a bicycle to study with your master at night?" Mag put the hot duck intestines into Amy's bowl.
"This little drink won't affect my studies. I have a great drinking capacity." Connie promised.
"I'm talking about drunk driving." Mag shook his head and said calmly: "There are thousands of roads, and safety is the first priority. Drinking while riding a bicycle will make your relatives shed tears."
Connie glanced at Mag with some resentment, picked up the juice and took a big sip.
Barbara also picked up the juice and took a sip. Someone drank the juice with her, and it really tasted better.
Mag burned a piece of tripe and was about to put it into Amy's bowl.
Irina, who was sitting next to Amy, glanced at the hairy belly, and then looked up at Mag.
Mag's hand suddenly froze. Looking at Amy and then at Irina, he felt a hint of sourness.
Now that the identities of the two have not been made public, it seems inappropriate for him to perm Irina's belly.
But it doesn’t seem appropriate to just give it to Amy...
Isn't this...too difficult? !
"Sister Irina hasn't had hot pot yet. Father, you must have cooked this piece of hairy belly for her. Let me help you pick it up and give it to her." Amy, who was sitting between the two, picked up the chopsticks. He took away the hairy tripe and put it in Irina's bowl. Then he said with a smile like a treasure: "The hairy tripe is super delicious."
"Then thank you, Boss Mai, for your hospitality." Irina looked at Mag with a smile and said, "Boss Mai" was bitten a little harder.
"You're welcome." Mag wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, Amy was smart, otherwise he wouldn't know how to end it.
Amy glanced at Mag and gave him a look that said, "I can only help you so much."
Mag was so embarrassed that he still needed his children as wingmen to flirt with girls. This was not his style.
Irina picked up the hairy tripe and fed it to her mouth. The spicy and crispy hairy tripe made a squishy sound when she bit it, like the beautiful music played by her teeth, which brought a very pleasant enjoyment.
"This tripe is delicious."
The thin piece was quickly swallowed, and Irina looked at Mag with some unfinished thoughts.
"I'll teach you how to cook it. Pick up a piece of tripe and put it into the boiling soup pot. Wait for one second, lift it out of the red soup, let it cool in the air for one second, then put it into the red soup. Repeat this seven times. A piece of hairy tripe has ushered in its most glorious moment." Mag naturally put the piece of hairy tripe into Irina's bowl and said, "Try it."
Irina picked up the piece of hairy tripe and fed it to her mouth. Feeling the delicious food blooming on the tip of her tongue, she showed a satisfied smile and nodded: "Yes, it's delicious. But I didn't see it clearly just now. Boss Mai can do it again." Can you demonstrate it to me again?”
"In this case, I can only demonstrate it to you again." Mag smiled helplessly, picked up a piece of hairy tripe, rinsed it well, and put it into Irina's bowl again.
"How do you cook this?"
"This is fat beef. It is also put into the soup pot, but it is faster than the hairy tripe."
"Where's this one with a hole?"
"These are lotus root slices. They need to be cooked for a while."
…
Then, everyone at the table looked at Mag with strange expressions as he taught her step by step, rinsing all the ingredients and putting them into Irina's bowl.
Although everything seems to be fine, there is a princess who is not very capable and a hospitable boss.
but.
"Why do I smell a strange sour smell?" Connie whispered to Barbara sideways.
"I smelled it too." Barbara nodded, lowered her head and sniffed her dipping saucer, "Could it be that there was too much vinegar?"
"Have you learned it?" Mag put two slices of potatoes into Irina's bowl and asked with a smile.
"Yes, I learned it." Irina took a bite of the potato and showed a satisfied smile, "But I seem to be full."
