Mag was very glad that Irina wasn't at home right now, otherwise even if it didn't turn into a Shura field, the atmosphere would inevitably be a little awkward.
"Miss Hill, Miss Gloria, why are you here?" Mag gave the money to the coachman, then looked at the two of them and smiled.
It has to be said that these two are one-of-a-kind, both in appearance and temperament.
Although she is still a bit inferior compared to Irina, it is true that each has its own charm.
"I heard that Mr. McGonagall is back today, so I came to visit. At the door of the restaurant, I happened to meet Miss Gloria who also came to see Mr. McGonagall, so we waited here together." Hill said with a smile.
"Mr. Mag, long time no see." Gloria looked at Mag and said.
"I went to the military camp outside the city earlier and delivered some food to the regular customers. It's cold outside. If you have anything to say, let's go in and talk." Mag opened the door and let the two of them in first.
"You must have finished your meal, right?" Mag made a pot of hot tea, poured a cup for each of them, and asked with a smile.
Hill smiled and said: "I had a simple meal, but if Mr. Mag is willing to cook, my stomach is still willing to bear a little more pressure."
Before Gloria could speak, her stomach began to growl.
She blushed, and after finishing her business, she asked the coachman to come to Maimi's restaurant. Before she had time to eat, she just had the morning meal today.
Mag smiled and took a menu from the side, placed it between the two of them, and said, "That's just right. I haven't eaten yet. If you want to eat something, order it. I'm treating you today."
"I'm just kidding, it's not a working day, how can we bother Mr. McGonagall to cook for us." Hill said with a smile.
Mag looked at Gloria who was also about to refuse, smiled and shook her head: "No, you are worth it."
Hill contributed money and effort to manufacture artillery, and built an artillery production line as quickly as possible, which helped him a lot.
Gloria makes winter clothes for frontline soldiers, which also has important strategic significance in the cold northern border.
These two points alone were worthy of Magna cooking them a dinner herself.
Seeing that Mag didn't seem to be joking, Hill thought for a moment and said, "Then I won't be polite and want a steak."
Hearing this, Gloria thought for a moment and said, "Then please trouble Mr. Mag to make a Yangzhou fried rice for me."
What she misses the most is, of course, the tofu puffs made by Mr. McGonagall.
But she also knew that tofu pudding could not be made in a short time, so naturally she could not make such excessive demands.
"Okay, you guys sit down for a while." Mag turned and entered the kitchen.
Hill and Gloria sat opposite each other. The warm and comfortable environment in the restaurant made the atmosphere less awkward.
"I heard that you have been busy preparing cotton-padded clothes for the soldiers on the expedition recently? How are you preparing for this?" Hill asked first.
Gloria shook her head slightly and said with a somewhat sad expression: "We are currently working overtime to make them, but the number of tailors is limited. With the current progress, it will be difficult for all the soldiers to wear new cotton-padded clothes before the expedition."
She invited almost all the tailor masters in the City of Chaos, most of whom joined voluntarily, but the number was still limited.
When she came to Maimi's restaurant today, she also wanted to talk to Mr. Mag and see if he had any other ideas.
"It's cold in the north, and the climate is very different from our chaotic city. If soldiers don't have winter clothes to keep out the cold, they can easily get frostbite." Hill frowned. She was busy with artillery recently, so she didn't realize the seriousness of this problem.
"Yes, I tried to deploy them from other places, but the coalition forces come from all ethnic groups, and winter clothing is in short supply. It is difficult to get enough in a short time." Gloria nodded.
In the kitchen, Mag also frowned and thought.
Rough-skinned and fleshy races like orcs, demons, and trolls are fine, but delicate bodies like humans can suffer numerous frostbites in the cold weather alone without the protection of winter clothes.
But combat preparations never take a day or two. The incident happened suddenly, and now all races have no time to prepare a huge number of winter clothes for cold weather.
After all, no race has ever considered fighting in the Far North.
Hill thought about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "I have thought of a way."
"What?" Gloria looked at Hill expectantly.
"Tailor is a title with technical requirements, so the number of tailors in the City of Chaos is limited, but if you reduce the requirement to people who can sew cotton clothes, then the number will become very considerable." Hill said with a smile. : "You may not know that in the chaotic city, many poor families sew their own cotton-padded clothes during the winter."
"You mean... let the people of Chaos City sew winter clothes for the soldiers? Yes! This is really a good idea!" Gloria's eyes lit up, and she stood up suddenly, holding hands with excitement. Hill's hand, "Thank you!"
"No...it's nothing." Hill was a little uncomfortable with Gloria's enthusiasm for a moment.
Gloria retracted her hand and said with a slight blush on her face: "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of control, but I should go to the city lord's palace immediately and request the city lord's order to let the residents of the City of Chaos sew winter clothes for the soldiers."
With that said, she was leaving.
"Wait a minute." Mag walked out of the kitchen with a piece of Yangzhou fried rice, reached out and gently pressed Gloria's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Even if you want to save the world, you have to fill your stomach first. , if you are exhausted, no one can do it better than you."
"But..." Gloria smelled the enticing aroma of Yangzhou fried rice, and her stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily. The strong hunger made her feel like little stars lit up in her eyes.
"Eat quickly, I'll probably have to work all night tonight." Mag pushed Gloria back to her seat and put the spoon into her hand.
"Yeah." Gloria's eyes were misty, and she picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.
A warm feeling filled my heart. The fatigue of the past few days seemed to be swept away, and my whole body was filled with a feeling of happiness.
Hill looked at Mag and then at Gloria, showing a bit of the original expression.
"Do you understand again?" Mag caught Hill's expression from the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and entered the kitchen, and after a while, he came out with a medium-rare steak.
"Thank you, you're welcome." Hill nodded slightly, picked up the knife and fork, and ate gracefully.
In fact, she didn't have time to have dinner. The engineer came up with several ideas for improving the artillery, so she wanted to ask Mag for help. If the power could be improved a little, that would be great.
As for why you were looking for Mag.
Probably...this is just baseless superstition.
