This fish-flavored eggplant satisfies all Effie's imagination of fish-flavored eggplant.
No!
It should be said that it was far beyond her imagination, it was already another level of existence.
Even words cannot describe the feeling.
The tongue has gone through a lot of madness, but it still hasn't been satisfied.
Effie opened her eyes, her face was slightly red, and she glanced at Mag, feeling an inexplicable emotion.
She lowered her head and took a mouthful of rice, chewed the sweet rice, and put a piece of eggplant into her mouth.
If she previously admired Mag for his brewing skills and was grateful for his life-saving grace, now she felt something different because of the two meals.
Let’s just talk about these two meals.
It is true that I want to get married.
Who doesn’t want to wake up every morning to eat delicious soup dumplings and preserved egg and lean meat porridge, who doesn’t want to eat fish-flavored eggplant every day, and who doesn’t want to sleep with that beautiful body in his arms every night…
Oh, she really wasn't greedy for his body.
that is……
It feels very safe, you know?
"This fish-flavored eggplant is so delicious! I want to cry again..."
Marla had tears in her eyes because she loved so deeply.
As a chef, McGonagall enjoys the accolades from her guests.
The tavern has been open for a long time, and he has almost forgotten this feeling. Sure enough, he still likes to be a chef in his heart.
This meal made Effie sweat profusely and was very enjoyable...
belch……
Effie covered her mouth and smiled a little sheepishly.
And very, very full.
She almost ate her usual day's food at noon today.
But at this time, the feeling of guilt was no match for the satisfaction in his heart.
This is a very dangerous signal.
Usually at this time...it's time to get fat.
"Mr. Hades, I think opening a tavern may be a waste of your talent." Effie looked at Mag and said sincerely: "Compared to your brewing skills, your cooking skills are not inferior at all. It is amazing and amazing. People are impressed.”
"There is no way. Human energy is limited, and sometimes choices must be made."
Mag sighed.
We can only open a tavern for a while and a restaurant for a while.
"That's such a pity." Effie also sighed, feeling sorry that others could not taste Mag's cooking skills.
"The government office shouldn't be giving you any trouble, right?" Mag put down the bowl and asked.
"Well, all the procedures went very smoothly, because the murderer has been killed on the spot, and it is said that the mastermind committed suicide just a street away by taking poison." Effie nodded, and said with some lingering fear: "It's Boris, the owner of Reese's Tavern, no. To think it was him."
That was the real big boss in Luodu City's tavern world, a person with a pivotal position. I didn't expect that he would attack her.
However, the incident of him committing suicide by taking poison, and the subsequent news that Boris's house was burglarized, made her unable to help but think of Mr. Haddish's family.
But she had no proof.
Of course, she would never say a word related to this to anyone.
Mr. Hades and his family took great risks to save her and Mara, and it was enough for her to remember this.
And even if she spends her whole life repaying this kind of kindness, it won't be enough.
"Then let's say goodbye first. The workers are still repairing the damaged site. I have to go take a look."
Effie and Marla helped clear the table and then left.
"Why did you take her money?"
Mag closed the door and looked at Irina curiously.
"You are a fool if you don't make money." Irina smiled.
Mag didn't believe it and still looked at her.
"You still don't understand women. This million is money to buy your life, and it's also a favor to us. If you don't accept this money, she will never feel comfortable in front of us in the future. This is a woman." Irina Said with a smile.
"That's it..."
Mag nodded thoughtfully.
It is true that he doesn't understand women very well, but he has always been in the circle of women's preferences.
In my previous life, it was because I had money.
In this life, I am rich, talented, and fucking powerful.
If you don’t have money and don’t have enough talent, you have to understand women.
And no matter how understanding a woman is, she may just be a spare tire.
After the matter was resolved and the money was obtained, Mag closed the store door, went upstairs to take a nap, and then went to retrieve the bamboo tube buried under the locust tree at the end of the street.
Michael brought good news. Under the pressure of the old rulers and some threats from Mag, the demons on the Endless Sea finally reached an agreement, decided to join the Peace Alliance, and agreed to sign a new peace treaty.
The Los Empire bowed its head, the demons compromised, and the orcs were no longer in power. The trolls riding on the wall immediately took a stand and joined the Peace Alliance.
This is the way the trolls survive. They are not considered weak, but they always like to be the weaklings.
The various races have agreed to send representatives to the City of Chaos in three days, sign a new peace treaty in the City of Chaos, and form an alliance to resist the undead army.
Specific matters will be discussed on site, including sending coalition forces north to block the undead army from moving south, and destroying the old ruler Cthulhu.
"We seem to have done something that will go down in history."
Mag handed the letter to Irina and said with a smile.
Irina read the letter with a smile on her face. She looked at Mag and said, "If Nolan Continent can survive this disaster, it may become different."
Mag smiled and nodded. It was hard for him to disagree with Irina's statement.
Once the alliance is established, all races will inevitably need to cooperate more deeply for this war.
For example, if a coalition of various races enters the Los Empire, the dwarves will need to provide weapons for the coalition, the goblins may take on the task of logistical support, and the dragons will be responsible for air strikes...
Just thinking about this kind of multi-racial joint combat scene made Mag's blood boil.
"What's the situation now with the elves?"
Mag suddenly remembered that he had not cared about the situation of the elves and night elves for a long time, and this letter did not indicate the attitude of the elves.
"I raided Elliot's lair yesterday, released all the serfs and slaves, and brought them back to the City of Chaos," Irina said.
"Did you kill him?" Mag asked.
"No, his life belongs to Sheryl, I won't kill him." Irina shook her head.
Mag nodded. Elliot was Sally's father, but he killed Sheryl's father. This hatred cannot be resolved.
"The elves are in chaos now. I don't understand what Helena is thinking. With her character, it is impossible to let the situation deteriorate like this without control." Irina frowned slightly and said with some confusion.
"Perhaps she is planning some conspiracy, or maybe she feels that the situation is over and doesn't want to struggle anymore?" Mag touched his chin, unable to understand the current situation of the Wind Forest.
