Mag finally returned to the study, lying on the slightly hard floor. After thinking for a while, he got up and locked the door. Then he closed his eyes with peace of mind and entered the God of Cooking training ground.
There were a lot of recipes to learn tonight, so he had to hurry up and not affect the restaurant's business the next morning.
As a boss with professional ethics, I have been waiting for customers for two days and must reopen tomorrow, otherwise I will be sorry for my own money box.
Of course, there is another important reason. He has to make the Octopus series famous as soon as possible so that he can do subsequent promotion work.
While Mag was thinking, a white light flashed, and Mag had entered the God of Cooking training ground.
But what appeared was not the familiar kitchen, but a huge octopus monster, with its familiar tentacles, familiar eyeballs, and familiar growl...
And he only had a handful of fat-headed fish in his hand.
"I'm sorry..."
Before Mag could complain, the octopus monster pounced on him with all its teeth and claws.
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"Who are you guarding against?" Irina twisted the doorknob at the door and remained motionless. Looking at the closed door, she stamped her feet in embarrassment and turned back to the master bedroom.
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This night, McGonagall successfully developed a strong immunity to all tentacles and dense objects. He even felt that his mental power, which had been strengthened during the thunder tribulation, had been further sublimated.
Therefore, he gained some new understanding of the system's so-called cooking skills.
"System, fuck me!"
As soon as Mag opened his eyes, he still couldn't help cursing in his heart.
"Host, I am sharpening your will..." the system said a little aggrieved.
"Then I still want to fuck you!"
"???"
The system slowly printed three question marks.
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Mag raised his middle finger and got up.
Although he was exhausted from being tortured by the tentacle monsters in the God of Cooking training ground, when he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed, as if he had just had a good night's sleep.
I glanced at the alarm clock on my desk. It was exactly six o'clock in the morning.
"It's just time to make breakfast." Mag changed into a chef's uniform. After washing, he went downstairs to cook a large pot of porridge. He started serving breakfast to the cleaners again today, and then started preparing breakfast for Irina.
She won't eat with everyone from today on, so Mag needs to prepare a love breakfast for her in the morning and let her eat it first.
As for how to deal with lunch and dinner, he still doesn't know Irina's arrangements.
The steak is frying in the pan and the cauliflower is thrown into the boiling water. This is the breakfast Irina requested last night.
"It seems like you slept well last night?" Irina went downstairs, leaning against the door frame and looking at Mag who was busy in the kitchen, with a hint of resentment in her smile.
"Yeah, not bad." Mag nodded, not noticing the abnormality in her expression.
"Hmph." Irina snorted.
Mag turned back in confusion and looked at Irina, who had a bit of resentment in her eyes, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"No, I slept soundly." Irina looked serious, showing her usual dignified appearance. She couldn't say that she had trouble sleeping last night, it would be too embarrassing.
"Wait a moment, the steak will be ready soon. Do you need a glass of hot milk?" Mag smiled.
"Okay." Irina nodded and did not leave. Instead, she stood at the door and continued to watch Mag fry steak and warm milk.
It may be difficult for outsiders to imagine that this man who can cause thunder and strike demons would wake up early in the morning to make breakfast for her. Such a caring and gentle look warmed her heart.
After a while, Mag came out with steak and hot milk.
The steak exuding a wonderful meaty aroma has been cut into a size just right for your mouth, but it still looks like a whole piece on the plate. A few green broccoli and halved tomatoes are dotted on the side of the plate, and there is milk next to it. It's still radiating heat, and it's just the right temperature at the entrance.
"Please have a meal." Mag smiled and pulled out a chair for Irina.
"Thank you." Irina stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lips, then sat down on the chair. A blush quickly rose on her cheeks, but she calmly picked up her fork and ate elegantly.
Mag licked his lips and looked at Irina who lowered her head slightly to eat. After recalling the electric kiss just now, the corners of her mouth curved.
What a wonderful feeling, is this what it feels like to be in love? Even a gentle kiss can make people feel full of joy.
"I'm leaving." Irina finished the steak, picked up the milk and drank it. When she stood up, she stretched out her pink tongue and licked the milk at the corner of her mouth.
"Do you want to save lunch for you?" Mag, who was busy in the kitchen, walked out.
"No, I will arrange it myself." Irina smiled mysteriously.
Mag didn't know why, but she didn't ask any questions. She just took out a tissue and wiped away the milk from the corner of her mouth that she hadn't licked clean.
"At this time, shouldn't you lick it off for me?" Irina looked at his face so close and asked with a half-smile.
Mag's hand holding the tissue froze. He glanced at the corners of her clean mouth and suddenly felt that he had truly become a gentleman.
"I'm teasing you." Irina smiled sweetly, turned around and walked towards the door. With a flash of golden light under her feet, she disappeared into the restaurant.
"It's... quite fun..." Mag couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that one day he would be led by a woman. Not to mention... it was quite interesting, a completely different experience.
Not long after Irina left, Phyllis was the first to come to the restaurant.
"Boss, did Her Royal Highness really not come to the restaurant to sleep last night?" Phyllis looked at Mag nervously.
"Yes." Mag nodded, a little apologetically. Since Irina didn't confess to Felice, he naturally couldn't say this.
"Well, it seems that she did leave with Sir Alex." Phyllis was a little depressed, but Her Royal Highness the Princess didn't even say a word to her... She just left like this, and she didn't even know where to go in the future. Looking for her, how can I serve her?
"She may still be in the City of Chaos. After all, you are still here." Mag said with a smile. The night elves' stall has just been launched. Irina cannot just leave her alone. After all, the Forest of Wind is still watching.
"That's right!" Felice's eyes lit up, "Then as soon as I finish work, I'll go back and see if she's back."
Camilla and others also arrived one after another.
Connie is here too, to say goodbye to everyone.
After all, she is the chief of the Fake tribe now. No matter how hard she tries, she still has to go back to control the situation.
However, Oster's arm was broken by an octopus monster and his strength was greatly damaged. He would probably be able to live in peace for a while after returning, which saved Connie a lot of trouble.
"There is no need to be sad, my friend. In seven days there will be a peace conference of all races, and this chief will come back again." Connie waved to everyone, took the meat buns that Mag prepared for her, and left while nibbling.
