"Ahem, ahem. She likes little girls. When Gjerj's child was born, she really liked it." Meg nodded with a smile and pretended not to understand.
He stole a glance at Irina. Why did she suddenly mention this? Doesn't she know that the situation is tense now? Does he dare to make a baby?
"Is that so? Then do you like her? "Irina asked Meg with a smile.
"Of course I like her. She's a little girl. She's as cute and obedient as Little Amy. Who would like her?" Meg nodded as a matter of course. He took a sip of goji berry water from the thermos flask at the side. This winter really makes one's mouth dry.
Irina looked at Meg with an increasingly interesting gaze. She liked to see Meg's uneasy look. Although he was a mighty dragon slayer in front of others, he would still blush awkwardly in front of her. She suddenly leaned close to Meg's ear, and whispered, "Then, when are we going to have another one?"
Oh my God!
Meg's legs turned to jelly. What's going on?
"Ding!"
The restaurant's unlocked door was pushed open, and Firis faltered slightly at the sight of Irina and Mag, who were standing rather close to each other.
Meg and Irina also looked at Phyllis at the same time and narrowed their eyes.
Kill her to silence her!
That was the first thought that popped up in Phyllis's mind.
"Oh, Phyllis, you're here. I was just talking to Princess Irina about you. I didn't expect you to come," Meg said with a smile as he quietly moved to the side.
"Talking about me?" Phyllis looked at Meg in surprise. So the boss and the princess were talking about me. Could it be that the princess wants to give me to the boss as a gift of gratitude?
Phyllis's face turned red at the thought of this. Although she wanted to serve the princess, if she really had to sacrifice herself for the Night Elves, then she …
"I built a factory with him to house the Night Elves. The cafeteria lacks someone to cook, so I plan to let you be the head chef." Irina glared at Mag before slumping back into her seat lazily. She grabbed Ugly Duckling, which was retreating backward, and rubbed its chubby face as she spoke to Firis.
"Head chef?" Phyllis was slightly stunned. It turned out that he didn't want her to devote herself to him. She breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
"Yes, I heard from the Princess that you were in charge of the Night Elves' food arrangements in the Catacombs back then. You're definitely competent for this job." Meg also smiled and nodded. This was the problem that he and Irina had discussed last night. It was a very suitable excuse to use it now.
"Okay, I'll try my best to bring you delicious food." Phyllis nodded. Contributing to the Night Elves was something that she should do. Furthermore, with her experience in the Catacombs, she wasn't as fearful of being the head chef as before.
Meg nodded. This way, the Night Elves' logistical problem was solved. Now, they only had to wait for the Night Elves to arrive at Chaos City.
"Then, you guys continue with your discussion. I'll go and prepare the ingredients." Phyllis walked towards the kitchen.
"I'll go and make some preparations too." Meg glanced at Irina, who was staring at him, and quickly ran towards the kitchen as if he was escaping. Who could stand that?
"Coward." Irina sneered. She pinched Ugly Duckling's chubby face, and said, "Little fat duckling, you'll get greasy if you grow too fat. You have to exercise more."
Ugly Duckling, which was squinting from being pinched, suddenly opened its eyes and looked at Irina in horror.
"It's alright. You're still young. It's too early to talk about braising or steaming," Irina consoled Ugly Duckling as she stroked its head.
"Meow!"
Ugly Duckling's fur stood up, and it lay on Irina's lap, shivering.
It was close to noon, and the employees came to the restaurant one after another.
The new employee, Raina, greeted everyone awkwardly. She had taken off her old jacket, and was wearing a brand new black and white chef's suit inside. It was similar to Meg's, but it was a woman's suit, and the tailoring was very fitting.
"Raina, you look so spirited in the chef's suit. You're just like a chef," Yabemiya said to Raina enviously.
"Thank you, but I'm still an apprentice now," Raina said humbly with a smile on her face.
"It's alright. Your nose is so sharp. You'll definitely learn it very quickly," Yabemiya encouraged.
"Raina, come in for a while," Meg called out from the kitchen.
"Alright." Raina quickly strode into the kitchen, and looked at Meg with a nervous expression.
"Just like this morning, you don't have to do anything for lunch. You just have to watch me cook, but you have to decide what the first dish you're going to learn is going to be," Meg said to Raina as he washed his hands.
"Mm-hm." Raina nodded.
"Relax a little. Cooking isn't an easy task, but it should be interesting. Only then will you be able to create dishes with soul," Meg said with a smile. He could see that Raina was a little nervous.
Raina faltered slightly upon hearing that, but a smile quickly appeared on her face. To her, cooking was indeed an interesting and blissful thing. Even though she had stood beside the stove for over an hour in the morning and watched Meg cook, she still felt that it was countless times more interesting than spacing out in the office.
Meg washed his hands, and began to make their own lunch.
Raina's talent allowed Meg to see the possibility of cultivating a successor quickly. He might need to disappear frequently in the future, which was undoubtedly unacceptable to the restaurant's regulars. If Raina could learn his dishes, even if it was just a few, at least the restaurant could be maintained open. It was better than nothing.
Phyllis's talent was not bad, but she had to take care of the Night Elves' food and didn't have much time to learn to cook. She could only be temporarily excluded.
…
After the lunch rush, Meg took off his apron, took a sip of water from his thermos, and let out a long sigh of relief. Every business hour was like a long and tense battle.
"Boss, I want to learn how to cook hot pot," Raina said as she walked up to Meg.
"Hot pot?" Meg looked at Raina with a little surprise. He had made all the dishes on the menu today, but he didn't make hot pot. He didn't expect Raina to choose hot pot as her first dish.
"Yes, I was able to join the restaurant because of hot pot, so I want to learn how to cook hot pot as my first dish." Raina nodded firmly.
"Alright, then we'll start learning how to make a pot of thick soup at noon." Meg thought for a while, and nodded.
Hot pot was good. If Raina could master hot pot, she could support half of the restaurant. It was much more reliable than other dishes.
Was the new generation of hot pot queen going to appear under his guidance?
Meg suddenly had some expectations.
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