Norma's expression was completely confused, and she even forgot to take back her hand that was on Mag's chest.
"Is something wrong?" Mag asked coldly.
Norma retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted, and quickly covered her face, but then exposed her eyes from between her fingers, and said angrily: "You...why don't you wear clothes!"
"I was getting ready to take a shower when I heard someone ringing the doorbell. I thought it was Butler Bosang." Mag said matter-of-factly: "Besides, I am wearing clothes."
Norma lowered her gaze slightly. Mag was indeed wearing clothes, but the clothes were completely open, revealing her strong chest and eight-pack abs. The lines and contours like carvings were full of visual impact.
Unlike those greasy young men who just want to explode their muscles, Hades's muscles don't look so exaggerated. They are restrained and powerful. He can look slimmer when he takes off his clothes and wears clothes.
So Norma had no idea that Mag, who looked a little thin, had such excellent muscle lines.
However, after a little reflection, it seems that we can find clues from the show. Could a man who can carry an iron bar weighing dozens of kilograms and beat him more than 20,000 times in a row be a firewood stick?
"Have you seen enough?" Mag asked while buttoning up.
Norma's throat rolled, and she swallowed unconsciously. When she heard this, she immediately felt like a lion cub with a fried fur, and said angrily: "According to the employee code of the McCarthy Manor, all employees must dress appropriately in the manor! You have just arrived. The manor broke the rules on the first day!”
"The dormitory is the private space of employees, and it is not required to dress appropriately. This is clearly stipulated in the employee rules. Do you also wear a uniform in the bedroom?" Mag smiled, without any fear.
"Who said that, I...I have changed the employee code now!" Norma was a little unsure. Of course, she couldn't understand what the employee code said. She only vaguely knew this article, just to bluff the first person who joined the company. God's Hades.
"Excuse me. I have to take a shower. Please come back." Mag's expression remained cold and he was about to close the door.
Norma felt humiliated. No man had ever dared to reject him so repeatedly, and he was just an employee, a chef.
"I'm hungry. Aren't you a special chef? I want you to make me a lunch!" Norma ordered.
"My contract will officially come into effect tomorrow, so I have no obligation to provide you with services today." Mag shook his head slightly, and then on the verge of Norma's explosion, he added: "But I will prepare lunch for myself later, so you can give me You make one.”
"By the way?" Norma frowned, feeling that she had never been so perfunctory by a servant in her life. This feeling... was so special!
"Hmph, then I'll go to the restaurant and wait for you!" Norma turned to leave.
"I'm not going to cook in the kitchen. I'm going to make some simple food in the dormitory. If you want to eat, just come in." Mag turned and entered the room.
"Eating in the dormitory?" Norma was shocked, but looking at the open door, she hesitated and gritted her teeth and walked in.
What are you afraid of? This is McCarthy Manor. Does this guy dare to do anything to her?
This is Norma's first time entering the staff dormitory. The first feeling is that it is crowded. All kinds of spaces that should be separated are squeezed into the small room. The sofa is even for one person, and only one person can stand in the kitchen. It's too small.
"You sit down for a while, I'll take a shower, and I'll cook later." Mag cooked the rice in the rice cooker, then walked towards the bathroom with a set of clothes, and said familiarly.
Norma opened her mouth and looked at the slowly closing bathroom door. This guy actually left her here alone to take a shower!
The sound of water could be heard clearly through the blurred glass door of the bathroom. The strange atmosphere made Norma blush and become a little restless.
It was the first time for her to wait for a man to come out of the shower and cook for her.
She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have come in, as if she had accidentally fallen into his trap.
But now she doesn't want to leave, so if she leaves like this, doesn't it look like she's scared?
The blurry glass door outlined a blurry figure. Thinking of the scene she saw at the door before, Norma's mind couldn't help but start to have brain fluid flow down his solid chest and over his washboard-like abdominal muscles. Further down...
Snap.
The bathroom door opened, and Mag, who had changed into a crisp shirt, came out with a towel around her neck, wiping her wet hair, and then faced Norma, whose face was flushed.
There is a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air, and the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.
Norma, who was facing the bathroom door, was shocked. She quickly looked away and explained: "I...I didn't look...I...I was just thinking about things."
Then you blush and make a bubble teapot?
Mag ignored her, threw the towel and clothes into the washing machine, and then walked straight to the kitchen area.
To be more precise, it is a kitchen, an open single-person operating table with a single stove, vegetable cutting table and vegetable washing table. It is very small, suitable for one or two people to run a small stove at home.
Mag took an apron and tied it on, then opened the refrigerator and took out a few ingredients, beef, eggs, onions, garlic, and tomatoes. Judging from the freshness, they should have just been put in the refrigerator in the morning. They are not high-end ingredients, but they are still enough.
The freshly cooked rice has clear grains and no excess moisture on the surface, which fully meets the standards for making fried rice.
Mag began to process the ingredients and cook.
The blush on Norma's face had not yet dissipated. She sat down on the sofa, clicked on her bracelet and browsed the web page, but her eyes were secretly looking at Mag.
His body is tall and straight, his profile is also angular, and the corners of his mouth seem to be slightly raised at any time. He looks approachable, but also feels like he is laughing at something.
Most of the chefs in McCarthy Manor are middle-aged uncles, and there are also many grandfathers. The chefs who can be selected are all experienced chefs. How can there be such a young and handsome chef.
"Hmph! No matter what he cooks later, I will never take a bite! I want him to know the dangers of this world!" Norma was thinking in her heart and had already begun to calculate her lines.
Cut the beef into cubes, add the spices and stir-fry, stir-fry the rice and eggs until they gradually blend, then add the beef and stir-fry together, and finally sprinkle with a handful of green onions, stir-fry and stir-fry.
Then I cooked another pot of tomato and egg soup.
Two plates of beef and egg fried rice, two bowls of tomato and egg soup, and two spoons, a simple lunch is complete.
"Have a meal."
Mag put the fried rice and soup on the dining table and said to Norma.
"Is this the lunch you prepared for me? It's so simple...gudu." Norma sat down at the dining table and said with some disgust. Before she finished speaking, a strong fragrance hit her nostrils and she couldn't help it. He swallowed, even his words were interrupted.
"smell good……"
Norma looked at the fried rice in front of her in disbelief.
(End of chapter)
