In a huge cave, there was a tree that was more than 100 meters tall. Its trunk was as thick as a dozen people hugging it. Countless branches began to branch out from the 50-meter-tall tree. Like a willow tree, thousands of thin and soft branches drooped down, almost filling the entire empty cave.
Every branch had countless green heart-shaped leaves, which emitted a warm light green glow in the dark. They were full of vitality, and as the branches swayed slightly, they lit up the entire cave.
There were also specks of fireflies dancing among the branches, making the cave look like a fairyland.
Under this tree stood a woman in a white dress, looking up at a firefly perched on a leaf. Her long silver hair cascaded down her back, and her skin was fairer than snow. Her eyebrows were as delicate as a painting, and there was a small golden moon mark between her eyebrows. Her small pointy ears were white and thin, and seemed to be able to pass through light. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.
The branches around her automatically parted to the sides, as if they were afraid of her, but also seemed to want to get close to her.
"Your Highness Irina." At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from outside the cave, and an elven girl in a green dress quickly ran into the cave. The branches along the way seemed to be deliberately teasing her, constantly scraping her face and body. It took her a lot of effort to reach Irina. She was panting, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
Irina was still staring at the firefly, and calmly asked, "Bean Sprout, what are you so happy about?"
"Your Highness, didn't you say last time that you wouldn't use this nickname for me in the future …" Phyllis's face fell, and she looked at Irina, who was standing under the Tree of Life, with a helpless expression. Although everyone around Her Highness had all kinds of strange nicknames, Bean Sprout was too unpleasant to hear!
Irina turned her head, and stared at Phyllis's chest. She nodded seriously, and said, "Alright, Bean Sprout, but your chest has become smaller again. If this continues, it will become a pit."
"Your Highness, I'm still young. I'll grow up in the future!" Phyllis said confidently after looking down at herself.
"I was already this big when I was eighteen," Irina looked into Phyllis's eyes and shook her head. "I haven't changed since then."
"Your Highness, it's alright. I can hold on …" Phyllis bit her lip as she tried to suppress her grief.
"It's okay. It's quite boring. If you want to cry, you can go to the side and cry for me." Irina smiled.
Phyllis fell silent upon hearing this. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. As expected, she was so angry every time she spoke to His Highness, but she had no way to vent her frustrations. All of a sudden, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Your Highness, I'm here to deliver some news to you. There's news from Rodu."
"What is it?" Irina raised an eyebrow as she looked at Phyllis, and her voice involuntarily rose a few octaves.
Phyllis knew that this was a sign of Her Highness' serious expression, and she replied in a quiet voice, "Snarr sent back a secret report today. During the past three months, he's confirmed that he and the young mistress are most likely still alive. He used his talent to reconstruct the scenes around the fire scene, and he said that he'll report the details to you in person."
"Alright." Irina nodded with an expressionless face, but her fists were clenched tightly. She waved a hand at Phyllis, and said, "If there's nothing else, you can go now. I don't want to see you cry right now."
"There's one more thing. Mistress Helena proposed to the queen yesterday that we elect another elven princess as the heir. This time, she's recommending Young Mistress Sally." Phyllis was a little concerned as she looked at Irina.
"That old witch Helena's got a good eye this time. Slug is a good little girl; she used to follow me around a lot when I was a child." Irina nodded, but her voice suddenly became a little cold as she said, "But that old witch seems to be in a hurry to get on her way. Doesn't she know that if I want her to die, no one will be able to stop me?"
The Tree of Life seemed to have sensed the change in her mood, and its branches began to sway as well.
Phyllis lowered her head and didn't dare to say anything. Ever since Irina turned 18, the holy tree of the elven race had only obeyed her wishes. Here, she was invincible.
Irina quickly calmed herself down, and said, "You can go now."
"Yes." Phyllis nodded before quickly making her way toward the entrance of the cave. The branches of the Tree of Life parted to create a path for her to quickly pass through. The sound of the stone door closing rang out, and the cave fell silent again.
"Amy … Meg … Where are you two?" A murmur sounded in the quiet cave, and all of the branches of the Tree of Life floated upward, extending toward the sky like endless strands of hair. Countless fireflies gathered together and circled around Irina like a ribbon. Standing alone under the tree, she appeared to be a little lonely.
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The next morning, Meg woke up. Amy and Ugly Duckling were still sleeping soundly. Meg gently kissed Amy's forehead. If her mother could kiss her, she would be very happy, right?
After standing and watching for a while, Meg went downstairs to prepare the ingredients. As usual, Yabemiya arrived at a little past 5 am.
"Good morning, Mr. Mak." Yabemiya greeted Meg with a smile. Her smile was full of energy, and she didn't seem tired at all from yesterday's intensive work and waking up early.
"Good morning, Mia. Didn't I tell you to come to the restaurant later?" Meg nodded and glanced at the half-eaten biscuit in her hand.
"I'm used to waking up early, and I can't sleep, so I wanted to come early to help. I'll go to the restaurant after I finish eating." Yabemiya was a little embarrassed as she hurriedly stuffed the biscuit into her mouth. Because she ate too quickly, the biscuit got stuck in her throat, and she coughed a few times, her face a little red.
"Come in, I'll get you some water," Meg said a little helplessly. He turned around and poured a glass of water for Yabemiya, who was still coughing.
"Thank you." Yabemiya took two sips of the water and heaved a sigh of relief. She looked a little embarrassed.
"Then take a seat first. I don't need your help for now, but I'll be making a new dish in a while. Maybe you can help me taste it." Meg smiled. He was already a good boss with such a salary and benefits during the probation period. When he wasn't in a hurry to save money next month, he could consider increasing Yabemiya's benefits.
After all, this little girl was quite diligent. Yesterday, the restaurant's turnover increased by 30%, and his workload decreased by a lot. He had picked up a treasure. If she were an ordinary waiter, two of them wouldn't be able to be so efficient.
"Okay." Although Yabemiya wanted to help, she looked at Meg's back and swallowed her words. She didn't have the confidence to help Meg do anything. Such delicious and magical food could only be made by his magical hands.
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