Everyone left. Amy carried Ugly Duckling and brought Anne out to play.
Meg closed the door and turned to look at Irina, who appeared in the restaurant. He smiled, and said, "Do you have a lot of question marks?"
"I know you didn't tell them the truth just now. So, what exactly is going on?" Irina nodded and looked at Meg curiously.
"What did you see?" Meg was not in a hurry to answer.
"A ray of Holy Light, the real Holy Light, piercing through the universe."
"Have you learned it?"
"Not yet, but as long as I see it enough times, I'll learn it sooner or later." Irina shook her head slightly. "So, what exactly is going on? Why does this dish have such a miraculous effect? Is it related to that octopus monster? "
Meg looked at Irina thoughtfully. After pondering for a while, he said, "I'm not too sure about the exact situation at the moment. It's said that when one's culinary skills reach a certain level, it will have some miraculous effects on the dishes they cook. For example, the tofu pudding that can beautify one's looks, the 'Buddha jumps over the wall' that can make one bald and grow hair, and the effects of this stir-fried octopus tentacles and octopus balls might be the same. "
Irina stared at Meg for a while, and said with a strange expression, "That means your culinary skills are already able to stew the Heavenly Dao in a pot?"
"It's not that exaggerated. Maybe it's just an opportunity for you guys. Things like the Heavenly Dao are naturally understood by those who understand it. For those who can't understand it, even if they see it, it's still useless." Meg shook his head. He did not mean to hide it from Irina on purpose. It was just that things like the System were not easy to explain. The more he said, the more mistakes he would make. And if he told her that she ate the octopus monster's meat, she might vomit on the spot. Thus, he could only attribute all of this to his miraculous culinary skills.
Anyway, this could not be replicated.
Of course, the more important point was that Irina was obviously very interested in the Holy Light Law, and intended to continue using this opportunity to observe the real Holy Light.
This feeling was probably similar to when you were eating chicken gizzards or intestines. The boss wouldn't specifically tell you which part it was and what its main function was in the host's body.
Irina looked at Meg doubtfully. "It really has nothing to do with the octopus monster?"
"Do you think that if I used that octopus monster to make octopus balls, I would sell them for 40 coppers each?" Meg shrugged.
"That's right. You sold a fried dough stick for eighty copper coins." Irina nodded her head. Extracting the tentacles of that octopus monster was extremely dangerous. How could they sell it for only 40 copper coins?
"That's decided by the market value. I didn't set it high." Meg's face was calm, without the slightest blush.
It must be noted that a demigod knight had woken up early every day to make the youtiao for them. Not to mention 80 copper coins, even 800 copper coins would not be excessive at all.
"You look pretty today." Meg looked at Irina with a smile.
"You like it?" Irina smiled shyly.
"Yes, I like it." Meg nodded.
The shyness on Irina's face instantly disappeared. She looked at Meg with a hint of a smile. "So you like beast-eared girls? Tell me, is there anything between you and Connie? "
Meg glanced at the small leather whip in her hand, and his smile gradually disappeared. Was this a f * cking trap?!
And thinking about it carefully, this was a suicide question.
If you say you like her, she will say it's not her, and you will serve her with a small leather whip.
If you say you don't like her …
The only thing that could possibly appear was a folding chair.
"I mean, I like all of your looks." Meg tried to keep his mind cool and clear. His brain was working rapidly, and he began to think of some cheesy words of love in his head.
"Then if I turned into Gloria, would you like it?" Irina asked with a smile.
Meg: "…"
"System, can you help me send a request for help? I'm really in a hurry right now! " Meg's little heart pounded. He didn't know what Irina and Gloria had talked about when they were eating. It was really distressing.
"Netizen replies: You can pretend to be unconscious." The system quickly replied.
Meg's eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted on the ground.
Looking at the unconscious Meg lying on the ground, it was Irina's turn to be dumbfounded.
"Are you for real?" Irina hurriedly bent down and grabbed Meg's wrist. Her heart was beating a little fast, but it was still within the normal range.
"Pretending?" Irina narrowed her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curled up. With a snap, the whip in her hand hit Meg's side.
Meg's eyelashes trembled, but he still controlled his reaction.
"Alright, stop pretending. Let's skip this question." Irina put away the whip, and lightly kicked Meg's foot with the tip of her foot.
Meg opened one eye, and glanced at Irina, who put away the whip. He let out a sigh of relief, then opened his eyes in a daze, sat up, and asked with a confused expression, "What happened to me just now?"
"Tsk, you've learned how to pretend to be dead." Irina giggled as she took out the folding chair that she had hidden behind her.
Meg: * (*). > Д
He was extremely scared.
Fortunately, Irina didn't really do anything.
Otherwise, if they fought, he really didn't know whether he would win or lose.
"That girl is quite cute." Irina put away the small stool, and found a chair to sit on.
Meg knew that she was talking about Gloria, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Could it be that she wanted to find a younger one for him?
However, he quickly dismissed this thought. This could be another clever way of fishing. The stool that he put away might be doubled back.
A man must be steady. Being too fast would often lead to bad things.
"Are you talking about Anne? She is quite cute, but it's a pity that she doesn't know how to speak. "Meg poured a glass of water for her, sat down opposite her, and nodded.
Irina glanced at Meg. She didn't know if he really didn't know who she was talking about, or if he was pretending.
"Oh, right. Crassus just said that he would bring Amy to Rodu to participate in the Magic Caster Conference in a few days." Meg pretended not to see Irina's expression, and changed the topic.
He didn't like to dance on the tip of a knife. If he accidentally fell, he would either lose his life or his penis.
"Boring competition. It's just a bunch of guys below the 8th-tier. However, it's a chance for Amy to gain experience." Irina nodded slightly.
"Amy is only four years old now. Isn't it too early for her to become famous?" Meg was a little worried.
"I became a high-level magic caster at ten years old. You killed a dragon at twenty-three years old and became famous early. This is our family tradition," Irina said matter-of-factly.
Meg thought for a moment. There were no flaws in her words.
"I heard that Andre wants to talk to you personally. The person who will invite you should be on his way." Irina suddenly stopped smiling. "Do you want to go?"
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