Mag and Irina looked at each other and smiled. The little guy's mouth was so sweet.
"Have you learned it?" Irina looked at Mag with a smile and asked.
"I think you're a little weird today." Mag raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What's weird?" Irina touched her hair. Could it be that her hairstyle was messed up?
"It's so cute." Mag smiled.
Irina was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Mag with full eyes, she was learning so fast.
"What about me! Father, am I not cute?" Amy came forward, pouted her little mouth, put her little fists like little buns on both sides of her face, and asked with her big eyes blinking.
"Well, Xiaomi is super cute too." Mag smiled and scratched Amy's nose.
"Then how am I going to tie my hair today? I want to tie it up again." Amy let Mag help her put on her shoes, and then looked at Irina, "Mother, can you help Amy?"
"Of course." Irina nodded. She didn't expect Amy to like her tied hair so much. It seemed that her hair-tying skills were not as bad as she thought.
"Um... Amy has to go to school today. I think she might be able to wear a low-key bun. The school is currently checking for strange costumes. How about I do it today..." Mag said weakly. Yesterday's bird's nest He was particularly fond of the big round head. Wearing such a hairstyle to school would definitely make him the center of attention, so it was better to keep a low profile.
"Is that so?" Irina was slightly disappointed when she heard this.
"Yes." Mag nodded. Seeing that Irina was not very happy, he added, "But Amy will study with Master Julian tomorrow, right next door, and there is no one else."
"Okay, then I will tie Amy's hair tomorrow." Irina's eyes lit up and she nodded.
"After that, my father will pierce one day and my mother will pierce the other day, which is great." Amy also said happily.
Mag carried Amy to the dressing table and finished it. She took a wooden comb and tied her hair neatly. She picked a rubber band from the box and flipped it over with a few nimble fingers to tie a delicate and cute little ball. alright.
"So fast? And, it's so cute!" Irina looked at Amy's hair that was tied up in a blink of an eye. It was really like a little ball, delicate and cute, and not messy at all. It was better than the one she had used magic to style yesterday. The big meatballs look more than a hundred times better.
The most important thing is that Mag's technique was so skillful that Amy's hair was already tied before her eyes had time to learn it.
"Want to learn?" Mag looked back at Irina and smiled.
"Humph, I don't want to." Irina turned her head and said a little arrogantly.
"Then let's go downstairs. I'm going to make breakfast for the cleaners." Mag glanced at the time. It was already six o'clock.
"Mother, why don't you let father tie your hair?" Amy walked beside Irina and asked, stroking her long hair hanging behind her back.
"Because some people only think about tying you up and don't think about me at all." Irina glanced at Mag's back and curled her lips.
Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, already feeling the sour smell gradually spreading behind him, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.
He just felt that Irina's hair was so smooth and distinctive, and it looked more elegant when worn like this, without the need for any hair accessories or hairstyle to modify it.
Mag went downstairs and Phyllis was already waiting outside the door.
"Princess, did you have a good rest last night?" Phyllis entered the restaurant and looked at Irina with concern and asked. Her Royal Highness knows the bed. If it is not a familiar environment, she will often not sleep well.
"Well, I slept well." Irina nodded. The soft big bed, the quilt with a faint floral fragrance, and the little cutie in her arms. She slept very soundly last night, and she has been sleeping for a long time. Exhausted.
Phyllis looked at Irina's perfect complexion, and it really didn't look like she hadn't had a good rest, so she felt much relieved.
"I'm going to go out after breakfast later." Irina said casually as she took a sip of the warm water that Mag had poured for her.
"Is something wrong?" Mag raised his eyes and asked.
"I'll go with you." Phyllis also said at the same time.
Phyllis looked at Mag and then at Irina. Wasn't Her Highness the Princess's words meant for her?
"I'm going to find a place to be the base of the night elves." Irina looked at Mag and said, then looked at Phyllis, "Bean Sprout, you don't have to come with me, follow him and learn how to cook. Well, from now on you will be the chief chef of the night elves, and food is a major recruitment selling point for the night elves."
"Chef... Chef?" Phyllis opened her mouth slightly, feeling that there was suddenly a heavy burden on her shoulders, but this was the trust placed in her by Her Royal Highness the Princess, and she had to work hard to do a good job. She nodded seriously: " I will work hard!"
The Night Elves will move their base to the City of Chaos, intending to accumulate strength here, and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack the Forest of Wind. Yesterday, Irina told him that the location for more than a thousand people really needed to be carefully scouted.
"How about I accompany you to take a look after the restaurant closes. I'm familiar with the City of Chaos." Mag looked at Irina and said.
"It just so happens that I don't have any money." Irina nodded without thinking.
"Boss, I will work hard to pay back the money needed to rent the place." Phyllis said quickly. She was a little worried that Mag would mind this and regard the Princess as a scoundrel.
Mag and Irina glanced at Felice at the same time, their expressions were a little strange.
"Although my salary is very low now, I will work hard." Phyllis was looked at by the two people and said more firmly, she can't let the princess go to work.
"Let's discuss this later. I am also willing to contribute to the night elves." Mag comforted.
"Boss, you're so kind." Phyllis looked at Mag with emotion. She didn't expect that her boss would be willing to do so many things for the night elves for her sake. She didn't know how to repay him.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm going to cook first." Mag walked towards the kitchen with some embarrassment. The money he earned was for his wife, so he probably had to pay an IOU.
"Now that Phyllis is back, can I stop going to work? It seems like I'm not needed anymore, right?" Camilla came to the restaurant and glanced at Felice in the kitchen, who was using a wind blade to cut various ingredients perfectly. Liz asked, looking at Mag.
"We signed a one-year contract. Because we added hot pot, the amount of ingredients has doubled. Now that Phyllis is back, your workload will be reduced a lot, so you might as well stay." Mag looked at Camilla and shook his head and said, joking, the restaurant is short of manpower now, how could he easily let go of such a labor force.
