"Is that so?" After hearing Irina's words, Jina looked at Mag with some surprise, half believing it, and for a moment she didn't know what to say to Mag.
"Yes, Gina, you are still young, and you were too naive when you grew up under the sea. Some people may appear to be gentle and considerate on the surface, but in fact they have bad ideas behind their backs, thinking about how to eat you up." Irina He said with a smile and glanced at Mag, with a hint of amusement and warning.
Mag shrugged, with a fearless look on his face, pretending not to know who Irina was hinting at.
However, Irina's education is quite reasonable. To survive in this complex and impetuous world, you still need the necessary vigilance and the ability to identify people and objects.
It was impossible for Mag to let Gina stay in the restaurant for a lifetime. Even if she stayed for a lifetime, it was impossible for her to stay in the restaurant all the time and not have contact with people outside the restaurant.
There are not many men in this world who are as gentlemanly as he is. How many people can stand up to a mermaid who throws herself into his arms at every turn, and even invites her to bathe and sleep with her?
"Sister Irina, are you talking about the ugly duckling?" Jina's eyes quickly fell on the ugly duckling lying lazily on the counter. "Although it always looks sleepy, I think it often Staring at me like he's looking for a chance to eat me."
"Um..." Irina was a little askew by Jina's turn. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Yes, you just have to beware of men like the ugly duckling."
"Okay, I'll pay attention." Jina smiled and nodded, then walked towards the kitchen. While tying her apron, she looked at Mag with a smile and said gratefully: "Mr. Mag, let me help. Yesterday Thank you for telling me a bedtime story tonight. I slept well indeed, and I still dreamed about you when I woke up..."
"It's hopeless." Irina raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Jina who was standing next to Mag. She took out the folding chair and put it back again. She went back and forth three times before snorting softly. She placed the high chair behind the counter. He sat down, picked up the ugly duckling, and rubbed its fat face wantonly.
Eh? My mood suddenly felt much better.
Ugly duckling:? ? ?
o((⊙﹏⊙))o?
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"Master, how many days do we need to stay in the City of Chaos? Will our next trip be to Luodu? Do the famous chefs in Luodu need to make challenge reservations in advance?" Chebman looked at the side who was combing his hair with a serious face. Master asked respectfully.
"Let it go, let it go." The old man, who had only a handful of hair left on his head, replied casually without even raising his head.
"So, do you need to prepare anything for today's duel with Mr. McGonagall?"
"No need, taking things as they come is my style." Harris replied, staring at the mirror seriously for a while, then reaching out to Chebman and saying, "Care lotion."
Chibman took out a small bamboo tube from the bamboo box on the side, unscrewed the lid, picked out a small spoonful of white ointment with a small spoon, and applied it to Harry's hand. He said helplessly: "Okay, Master."
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"Boss Mai, I heard that you are going to have a cooking showdown with the undefeated chef Harry this morning. Do you have anything to say about this showdown? What dishes have you prepared? Can you tell me what the showdown will be like? Proceed in a formal manner?" As soon as Mag opened the door in the morning, the reporter from the Chaotic Morning News came up to Mag and asked very quickly.
The guests in line suddenly became quiet and looked at Mag with concern, but many people were very interested in this duel.
Mag glanced at the microphone-shaped phonetic stone in front of him, shook his head slightly and said, "The duel will be at ten o'clock in the morning. The other party has not decided on the specific rules and format. There is nothing to disclose at the moment."
"That's it." The reporter was slightly disappointed. After all, he queued up three hours in advance just to occupy the first position in the queue. He rolled his eyes and immediately asked: "Then what do you think about Master Harry?" What do you think? It is said that many chefs in the chef world regard him as an idol. What is his status in your heart?"
Mag glanced at the reporter. This young man looked quite honest, but he was very thoughtful. He wanted to make big news early in the morning.
"As a chef, I respect my colleagues and admire every chef who is constantly innovating and enterprising." Mag smiled and answered without missing a beat.
This was obviously not the answer the reporter wanted. He hesitated and wanted to ask another question.
"Welcome to Maimi's Restaurant." Mag already smiled and stepped aside, indicating that everyone could come in and dine.
Many guests were in a hurry to finish breakfast and go to work. They had no time to listen to the reporter's questions, so the team pushed the reporter into the restaurant.
"Boss Mai, we support you. Our sister group will definitely come to cheer you on in today's game." A young woman said to Mag with her pink and white fists.
"If you can add a bowl of tofu puffs, we can call it whatever you want." The little sister following her agreed.
"My lolita sound is very nice." A bearded man from behind leaned his head over and said "嘤嘤嘤嘤" a few times.
Goosebumps stood up all over Mag's body, and he solemnly warned: "Uncle, please keep quiet later, otherwise I'm afraid the pot in my hand will slap you in the face uncontrollably."
"Boss Mai, you are going too far." The uncle pouted, raised his orchid finger and said dissatisfiedly.
Mag took a few deep breaths before digesting this unusually shy expression.
To Mag's relief, in addition to showing strong interest in this duel, the guests also expressed their support for him.
"Ding! New mission released: Ask the host to win this cooking showdown and make the host worship you as his teacher!"
"Reward for successful mission: +1 talent point for a famous teacher, and gain the 'Midstone into gold' enlightenment skill."
"Punishment for mission failure: Become your disciple and follow him to travel across the continent."
At this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded from Mag's mind.
"Huh?" Mag was stunned for a moment, digested the information given by the system, and then raised his eyebrows and said: "System, is it too much to ask the other party to worship me as their teacher?
The other party is a top chef in the chef world who is known as the undefeated God of Cooking. He is far better than me in terms of status and cooking experience. Even if I beat him in a cooking showdown, he will not be able to accept me as his teacher. ah. "
"A mission without challenges is not a mission. Come on, host. On the road to becoming the God of Cooking, you need to constantly defeat powerful opponents and make them convinced to call daddy... Sorry, it's Master!" The system said cheaply.
