Meg and Irina looked at each other and smiled. The little girl's mouth was really sweet.
"Have you learned it?" Irina asked Meg with a smile.
"I think you're a little strange today." Meg raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What's wrong?" Irina touched her hair. Could it be that her hairstyle was messy?
"You're quite cute." Meg smiled.
Irina was slightly taken aback, and then she couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Meg with sparkling eyes. He was a fast learner.
"What about me, what about me! Father, am I cute? " Amy came up and pouted. She placed her little fists on both sides of her face and asked while blinking her big eyes.
"Yes, Amy is super cute too." Meg smiled and scratched Amy's nose.
"Then how should I tie my hair today? I want to tie my hair into a big bun again. " Amy let Meg help her put on her shoes, and then she looked at Irina. "Mother, can you help Amy?"
"Of course." Irina nodded. She didn't expect Amy to like her hair so much. It seemed that her hair tying skills weren't as bad as she had thought.
"Uh … Amy has to go to school today. I think maybe we can tie a little low-key bun. Recently, the school has been looking for strange outfits. Why don't I do it today …" Meg said weakly. The bird nest-like bun from yesterday left a deep impression on him. If she went to school with such a hairstyle, she would definitely be the center of attention. It was better to keep a low profile.
"Is that so?" Irina was a little disappointed upon hearing that.
"Yes." Meg nodded. Seeing that Irina wasn't too happy, he said, "But Amy will be studying at Master Julian's place tomorrow. It's just next door, and there won't be anyone else."
"Okay, then I'll tie Amy's hair tomorrow." Irina's eyes lit up and she nodded.
"Then from now on, Father and Mother will do the same every day. That's great," Amy said happily.
Meg carried Amy to the dressing table, took a wooden comb, and combed her hair neatly. He then picked up a rubber band from the box, and with a few nimble twirls of his fingers, he tied up a delicate and cute little bun.
"So fast? Also, it's so cute! " Irina looked at Amy's hair, which had been tied up in the blink of an eye. It really looked like a small meatball, delicate and cute, and not messy at all. It was more than a hundred times prettier than the big meatball she had used magic to style yesterday.
Most importantly, Meg was so skilled that before she could even learn how to use her eyes, he had already tied up Amy's hair.
"Do you want to learn?" Meg turned around and smiled at Irina.
"Hmph, I don't want to." Irina turned her head and said proudly.
"Then let's go downstairs. I'm going to make breakfast for the cleaners." Meg looked at the time. It was already six o 'clock.
"Mother, why don't you let Father tie up your hair for you?" Amy walked beside Irina and stroked her long hair.
"Because some people only want to tie it up for you and don't even think about me." Irina looked at Meg's back and pursed her lips.
Meg raised his eyebrows slightly. He had already sensed the jealousy that was gradually spreading behind him, and he suddenly felt a little wronged.
He just felt that Irina's hair was so smooth and unique, and it looked more elegant with it draped over her shoulders. She didn't need any hair accessories or styling at all.
Meg went downstairs, and Phyllis was already waiting outside the door.
"Princess, did you have a good rest last night?" Phyllis asked with concern as she entered the dining room and looked at Irina. The princess was very familiar with the bed. If she wasn't familiar with the environment, she would often not be able to sleep well.
"Mm-hmm, I slept quite well." Irina nodded. The big, soft bed, the quilt with a faint floral fragrance, and the little cutie in her arms. She slept very well last night, and all her fatigue during this period was swept away.
Phyllis looked at Irina's perfect complexion. She didn't look like she didn't have a good rest, so she was relieved.
"I'm going out after breakfast," Irina said casually as she took a sip of the warm water that Meg had poured for her.
"Is something the matter?" Meg looked up and asked.
"I'll go with you," Phyllis said at the same time.
Phyllis looked at Meg, then at Irina. Wasn't the princess talking to her?
"I'm going to find a place to set up the Night Elves' base." "Bean Sprout, you don't have to go with me. Learn how to cook from him. You will be the head chef of the Night Elves in the future. Food is the main selling point of the Night Elves' recruitment." Mag nodded, and then said to Firis, "Bean Sprout, you don't have to go with me.
"Head … head chef?" Phyllis opened her mouth slightly. She suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders. However, this was the princess' trust in her, so she had to work hard. She nodded seriously, and said, "I will work hard!"
The Night Elves had moved their base to Chaos City with the intention of amassing power here before waiting for an opportunity to counterattack The Wind Forest. Irina had told him about it yesterday. They really had to look for a place to settle down for over 1,000 people.
"Why don't I go with you after the restaurant closes? I'm more familiar with Chaos City," Meg said to Irina.
"It just so happens that I don't have any money with me." Irina nodded without hesitation.
"Boss, I will try my best to return the money needed to rent a place," Phyllis said hurriedly. She was a little worried that Mag would take this to heart and treat the princess as a scoundrel.
Meg and Irina glanced at Phyllis at the same time with weird expressions.
"Although my salary is very low now, I will work hard," Phyllis said even more firmly as the two of them stared at her. They couldn't let the princess work, right?
"Let's talk about this in the future. I'm also willing to do my part for the Night Elves," Meg consoled.
"Boss, you're the best." Phyllis looked at Meg, touched. She didn't expect her boss to be willing to do so much for the Night Elves for her. She didn't know how to repay him.
"It's alright, it's alright. I'll go and cook first." Meg walked to the kitchen with embarrassment. The money he earned was for his wife. Did he have to write an IOU?
"Since Phyllis is back, does that mean I don't have to come to work anymore? I don't think I'm needed anymore, right? " Camilla asked Mag after she arrived at the restaurant and glanced at Firis, who was slicing all the ingredients perfectly with her wind blades.
"We signed a one-year contract. Because of the addition of the hot pot, the amount of ingredients used has also doubled. Now that Phyllis is back, your workload will be reduced by a lot. So, you'd better stay." Meg shook his head at Camilla. What a joke. The restaurant was lacking manpower now. How could he let go of such a labor force so easily?
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