In the end, Meg returned to the study and lay on the slightly hard floor. After thinking for a while, he got up and locked the door. Only then did he close his eyes in relief and enter the test field for the God of Cookery.
There were a lot of recipes to learn tonight, so he had to hurry up and not affect the restaurant's business the next morning.
As a boss with professional ethics, he had already stood his customers up for two days. He had to reopen the restaurant tomorrow, or else he would be letting down his money box.
Of course, there was another important reason. He had to make the octopus series famous as soon as possible so that he could do the follow-up promotion work.
While Meg was thinking, a white light flashed and Meg stepped into the test field for the God of Cookery.
However, what appeared was not the familiar kitchen, but a huge octopus monster. Those familiar tentacles, familiar eyeballs, familiar low growls …
And he only had a Fat Head Fish in his hand.
"F * ck …"
Before Meg could complain, the octopus monster had already pounced on him with bared fangs and brandished claws.
…
"Who are you guarding against?" Irina twisted the doorknob at the door, but it did not budge. Looking at the closed door, she stomped her feet in embarrassment and turned back to the master bedroom.
…
That night, Meg successfully developed a strong immunity to all tentacles and dense objects. He even felt that his mental strength, which was strengthened by the thunder tribulation, had been further enhanced.
Therefore, he had some new understanding of the system's so-called Culinary God.
"System, f * ck your mother!"
When Meg opened his eyes, he could not help but curse in his heart.
"Host, I'm honing your will …" The system said with some grievance.
"Then I still want to f * ck your mother!"
“？？？”
The system slowly typed out three question marks.
Bulge (F * ck)
Meg gave it the middle finger and turned over to get out of bed.
Although he was exhausted from being tortured by the tentacle monster in the test field for the God of Cookery, when he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed all over, as if he had just had a good sleep.
He glanced at the alarm clock on the desk. It was exactly six in the morning.
"It's time to make breakfast." Meg changed into a chef's uniform. After washing up, he went downstairs to cook a big pot of porridge. Starting from today, he would provide breakfast for the cleaners again. Then, he began to prepare breakfast for Irina.
From today onwards, she would not be eating with everyone, so Meg had to prepare a breakfast of love for her in the morning for her to eat first.
As for lunch and dinner, he was still unclear about Irina's arrangements.
The steak was fried in the pot, and the broccoli was boiled in the boiling water. This was the breakfast that Irina had requested last night.
"Looks like you slept well last night?" Irina went downstairs and leaned against the door frame, looking at Meg who was busy in the kitchen. There was a trace of bitterness in her smile.
"Well, it's okay." Meg nodded, not noticing the abnormality in her expression.
"Hmph." Irina snorted.
Meg turned around in confusion and looked at Irina, who had a hint of resentment in her eyes. "You didn't sleep well last night?"
"No, I slept very well." Irina looked serious and showed her usual dignified appearance. She couldn't say that she couldn't sleep last night. It would be too embarrassing.
"Wait a moment. The steak will be ready soon. Do you want a cup of warm milk?" Meg smiled.
"Okay." Irina nodded and didn't leave. Instead, she stood at the door and continued to watch Meg fry the steak and warm the milk.
It might be hard for outsiders to imagine that the man who attracted lightning to strike the devil actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for her. Such a considerate and gentle appearance warmed her heart.
After a while, Meg came out with the steak and warm milk.
The steak that exuded a wonderful meaty aroma had been cut into just the right size to eat, but it still looked like a whole piece on the plate. A few emerald green broccoli and small cut tomatoes adorned the side of the plate, and the milk on the side was still emitting steam, just the right temperature to eat.
"Please eat." Meg smiled and pulled out a chair for Irina.
"Thank you." Irina tiptoed and kissed him on the lips, then sat down on the chair. A trace of red rose quickly on her cheeks, but she calmly picked up the fork and ate elegantly.
Meg licked his lips and looked at Irina, who was eating with her head slightly lowered. He recalled the electric light kiss just now, and the corners of his mouth curved up.
What a wonderful feeling. Was this the feeling of being in love? Even if it was just a light kiss, it made people feel full of joy.
"I'm leaving." Irina finished the steak and drank the milk. When she got up, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked the milk at the corner of her mouth.
"Should I save lunch for you?" Meg, who was busy in the kitchen, walked out.
"No, I'll arrange it myself." Irina smiled mysteriously.
Meg didn't know what was going on, but he didn't ask. He just took a tissue and wiped the milk at the corner of her mouth that she hadn't licked clean.
"Shouldn't you be licking it off for me at this time?" Irina looked at his face, which was close to hers, and asked with a faint smile.
Meg's hand holding the tissue froze. Looking at her clean mouth, he suddenly felt that he had really become a gentleman.
"I'm just teasing you." Irina smiled sweetly as she turned around and walked toward the door. A golden light flashed beneath her feet, and she disappeared from the restaurant.
"It's … It's quite fun …" Meg couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be led by a woman. It was … quite interesting. It was a completely different experience.
Not long after Irina left, Phyllis was the first to come to the restaurant.
"Boss, did Her Highness really not come to the restaurant to sleep last night?" Phyllis looked at Meg nervously.
"Yes." Meg nodded apologetically. Since Irina didn't tell Phyllis the truth, he naturally couldn't bring himself to ask.
"Alright. Seems like she really left with Lord Alex." Phyllis was a little disappointed. Her Highness didn't even tell her … and left just like that. She didn't even know where to look for her in the future, and how to serve her.
"She might still be in Chaos City. After all, you guys are still here." Meg smiled. The Night Elves' business had just started, and Irina couldn't just leave it like that. After all, The Wind Forest was still eyeing them covetously.
"You're right!" Phyllis's eyes lit up. "Then, I'll go back to see if she's back after I'm done with my work."
Camilla and the rest also arrived one after another.
Connie came too. She was here to bid farewell to everyone.
She was the chief of the Falk Tribe now, after all. No matter how lazy she was, she still had to go back to hold the fort.
However, Auster had lost an arm to the octopus monster, and his power was greatly reduced. He would most likely be quiet for a period of time after he went back, and that saved Connie a lot of trouble.
"Don't be sad, my friends. The peace conference is in seven days' time. I will be back again." Connie waved at everyone, and left with the roujiamo that Meg had prepared for her.
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