"Princess Irina touched my ear!" Connie shuddered. Although her ears hadn't been blown yet, she already felt a little itchy. But her expression was a little excited. Being touched by her idol was such an intimate action. That was too blissful!!!
Princess Irina was even more beautiful than she had imagined. Her exquisite face was like the most perfect sculpture by the gods. Her noble aura was far superior to any woman she had ever seen. Her silver hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. She was indeed the most beautiful woman in the world.
She had loved hearing stories about Princess Irina ever since she was a child. Regardless of whether it was her love affair with Alex or the shocking things she had done, she had left behind many legends on the Norland Continent.
Even Alex's brilliance couldn't overshadow her in the slightest.
She was still the elven princess, and not just Alex's woman.
Connie blushed slightly as she extended her ear toward Irina, and said expectantly, "If you like, please touch it to your heart's content."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Irina reached out to pinch Connie's ear again. It was soft and warm, and she would squeal whenever she pinched it. It was indeed very interesting.
Huh? She successfully tamed the cat-eared girl? Meg raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the squealing Connie being tamed by Irina. He fell into deep thought. Something didn't seem right.
"Isn't Connie too happy? No, I have to think of a way. Barbara, who was standing at the side, looked enviously at Connie who was being caressed. She was also Irina's die-hard fan now.
"Princess Irina looks even more beautiful up close. She's like a goddess from heaven." Yabemiya looked at Irina enviously.
Elizabeth placed her hand gently on Mia's shoulder, and whispered into her ear, "You're a princess too. You don't have to be envious of others."
"I just want to be a waitress. I don't think I can be a princess." Mia shook her head, but she didn't look disappointed. Instead, she looked quite satisfied.
Elizabeth looked at Yabemiya with a smile on her cold face. That's good too. Mamy's is pretty good.
"Where is Little Bat?" Irina played with Connie's ears for a while. She curiously searched for Camilla in the restaurant. She was a mature woman who liked to play. She was quite interesting.
"Camilla said she has something to do tonight, so she won't be coming," Barbara said.
"I see." Irina felt a little regretful. She hadn't figured out what had happened last time. She should have let her [M] talk for a while before he knocked her out with a stool.
"Alright, let's eat. Let's eat the hotpot first, then I'll grill the meat skewers for everyone." Meg pushed the small dining cart out of the kitchen and placed the white pot in the middle of the hot pot table. Then, he gestured for everyone to take a seat.
"What is this? Are we eating it now? "Irina asked curiously as she looked at the hotpot.
Phyllis and Shirley were also curious. They hadn't seen hotpot before they left.
"This is hotpot. When the soup is boiling, put the ingredients into the pot …" Meg took out a hotpot recipe book and handed it to the three of them. Then, he explained to them how to eat hotpot in detail.
How could hotpot and barbecue be without beer? A large wooden barrel was already set up at the side. Other than the four children, everyone's cups were already filled with clear beer.
"We beastmen can drink too," Connie protested as she shook the fruit juice in her blanket.
"Don't you have to ride your bike to learn from your master tonight?" Meg placed the boiled duck intestine into Amy's bowl.
"This little bit of alcohol won't affect my learning. I can hold my liquor very well," Connie promised.
"I'm talking about drunk driving." Meg shook his head and said calmly, "There are thousands of roads, but safety comes first. Drinking while riding a bike will make your family cry."
Connie looked at Meg resentfully and took a big gulp of her fruit juice.
Babla also took a sip of her fruit juice. Sure enough, it tasted even better when someone was drinking fruit juice with her.
Meg boiled a piece of tripe and was about to put it into Amy's bowl.
Irina, who was sitting next to Amy, glanced at the tripe, then looked up at Meg.
Meg's hand froze. He looked at Amy, then at Irina. He felt a tinge of jealousy.
Their identities hadn't been made public yet, so it didn't seem appropriate for him to boil Irina's tripe.
But it also didn't seem appropriate for him to only boil it for Amy …
Wasn't this … too difficult?!
"Big Sister Irina hasn't eaten hot pot yet. Father, you must have boiled this tripe for her. Let me help you put it into her bowl." Amy, who was sitting between the two of them, picked up her chopsticks and put the tripe into Irina's bowl. Then she smiled as if she was presenting a treasure. "This tripe is super delicious."
"Thank you, Mr. Mak, for your hospitality," Irina said to Meg with a smile, emphasizing the words "Mr. Mak."
"You're welcome." Meg wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Luckily, Amy was smart. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to deal with this.
Amy glanced at Meg and gave him a look that said, "I can only help you this much."
Meg blushed with shame. It wasn't his style to use a child as a wingman when flirting with girls.
Irina picked up the tripe with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The spicy and crispy tripe made a crunching sound as she chewed on it. It was like her teeth were playing a beautiful melody, bringing her a very pleasant enjoyment.
"This tripe is so delicious."
It was a thin slice, and she swallowed it very quickly. Irina looked at Mag, longing for more.
"I'll teach you how to boil it. Pick up a piece of tripe and put it into the boiling hot pot. Wait for a second, lift it out of the red soup, let it cool in the air for a second, and then put it back into the red soup. Repeat this seven times, and the tripe will welcome its most glorious moment." Meg naturally put the piece of tripe into Irina's bowl and said, "Try it."
Irina picked up the piece of tripe and put it into her mouth. Feeling the delicious taste blossom on the tip of her tongue, she revealed a satisfied smile and nodded. "Yes, it's also very delicious. But I didn't see it clearly just now. Mr. Mak, can you demonstrate it to me again? "
"In that case, I can only demonstrate it to you again." Meg smiled a little helplessly. He picked up another piece of tripe, boiled it, and put it into Irina's bowl again.
"How do you boil this?"
"This is fat beef. Also put it into the soup pot with chopsticks, but it's faster than the tripe."
"What about this one with a hole?"
"This is lotus root slices. It needs to be boiled for a while."
…
Then, everyone at the table looked at Meg with a strange expression as he taught them step by step, rinsing all kinds of ingredients and putting them into Irina's bowl.
Everything seemed to be fine. A princess who wasn't very good at using her hands and a hospitable boss.
However.
"Why do I smell a strange sour smell?" Connie leaned over and whispered to Barbara.
"I smell it too." Barbara nodded and lowered her head to sniff her dipping sauce. "Did I put too much vinegar in it?"
"Have you learned it?" Meg asked with a smile as he put two pieces of potato into Irina's bowl.
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