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Chapter 1945

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"People like Mr. Mak are usually called arsonists. They only light the fire, but they are not responsible for putting it out every time."

"Shouldn't it be the dream of 900 million girls?"

"I used to think that potential could solve all problems. Until I met Mr. Mak, I realized that being rich doesn't mean you can eat well. It all depends on the mood of the boss."

The next morning, the customers saw the new notice hanging on the door, and they couldn't stay calm.

"That's good. At least we can eat the new product tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it."

"As expected, Mr. Mak's talent is enough to make the girls find excuses for him."

"I'm a humble customer, a silly person who just wants to eat a cup of soy milk with youtiao."

Meg stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the customers who left in disappointment. He murmured to himself, "I suddenly feel a little guilty."

Irina walked up and said to him, "What you're going to do today is to let them have more time to eat at Amy's."

"What do you want to eat for breakfast?" Meg tilted his head and looked at her.

"Rainbow fried rice with soy milk," Irina said without hesitation.

"Okay." Meg nodded.

"I want to eat roast goose, roast goose," Amy said enthusiastically as she came downstairs.

Ugly Duckling, which was about to go forward, was stunned. Then, it slowly walked backward to Anne's feet and hid behind her.

"I'm tired of eating roast goose in the morning. Let's eat it at night, okay?" Meg said with a smile. He didn't want to eat roast goose in the morning. He had made roast goose the whole night, and there were some side effects. He needed to rest first.

"Okay, then we'll eat it at night." Amy was a little reluctant, but she still nodded obediently.

Meg made a nutritious breakfast. While eating, she looked at Amy and Anne and said, "Dad has to go out today. Amy and Anne, do you want to go to the magic potion shop next door to play with Sister Xixi or go to the ice cream shop to play with your sisters?"

"I want to go to the ice cream shop. I have an appointment with Miss Anna to play together," Xiao Mi said without hesitation.

Anne gestured with her hands and said, "I'll go to the magic potion shop first and learn magic from Sister Xixi."

"Okay, then Little Mi will go to the ice cream shop to play with Anna, and Anne will go to the magic potion shop to learn magic." Meg nodded, fully respecting the children's choice.

Mag was going to participate in the peace talks today. This was an important meeting that would affect the situation of the Norland Continent, and even decide the future of the Norland Continent.

In comparison, even making money seemed less important.

"Ding! The peace conference has triggered a hidden mission: a peaceful environment is conducive to the spread of good food. Host, please try your best to influence the conference and strive to maintain peace on the Norland Continent. According to your influence on the conference, you will receive different rewards! "Right at this moment, the system's voice suddenly sounded in Meg's mind.

"What are the rewards?" Meg raised his eyebrows.

"According to the difficulty of the mission, the rewards for this mission will be beyond your imagination. Host, please work hard to complete the mission!"

"Aren't you a hooligan? What's the use of giving me a pie? " Meg pursed his lips. "If you give me the ability to flatten people, I can make Andre hide in the palace's bunker and not dare to come out."

"Host, please recognize the truth. This system is just a gourmet system. Although I'm a little more well-rounded and outstanding, you can't just ask me to flatten people. That's not harmonious enough, and it's easy to be flatten!"

"Come on, I've never seen a system get kicked out of the group chat every day. How embarrassing," Meg teased.

"Nonsense! That's because I kicked them out myself! I'm a lofty person, and I don't want to associate myself with them! You have no idea how two-faced that harmonious system is; it shares all of the things it flatten in the group chat every day … Tsk tsk, that big sister, if it weren't for the fact that I was kicked out of the group chat … Ptui, if it weren't for the fact that I kicked out of the group chat on my own accord, I would've definitely been flatten by now. "

"Can I talk to you through one of them?"

"Shh! That guy is everywhere! "

In the end, Meg wasn't able to get any information about the rewards from the system. However, he was able to confirm one thing: the system really did have a group chat, and there were many different systems in it. This guy had definitely been kicked out of the group chat before.

"Let's go!" Amy and Anne finished their breakfast before holding hands and walking out the door.

Ugly Duckling hopped into Amy's arms and snuggled up comfortably. Soon, it began to purr.

"Snarr sent me a secret letter two days ago. The flames of freedom have already blossomed all over The Wind Forest. They've decided to take advantage of Helena's departure from The Wind Forest to seize control of the forest," Irina said as she looked at Meg.

Meg thought for a moment before shaking his head. "That's going to be very difficult."

"There are more high-grade elves joining the fray this time."

Meg shook his head, and said, "However, they've lost their base of support, and there aren't enough elves who have chosen to side with the Night Elves. Trying to seize control of The Wind Forest is nothing more than a pipe dream. It's more likely that Helena will take advantage of this opportunity to ferret out all of the sparks hidden in the forest before snuffing them out in one fell swoop."

Irina fell silent for a moment with a contemplative look on her face. She then looked at Meg, and said, "According to the book you gave me, there are bound to be sacrifices and bloodshed in revolutions."

"Blood can indeed evoke the bloodlust in people, but useless sacrifices are not conducive to liberating The Wind Forest. After losing this core group of elves, it will be even more difficult for them to infiltrate The Wind Forest again." Meg shook his head.

Irina's brows furrowed slightly, and she nodded as she said, "Then I'll write him a letter."



The annual peace conference was the founding day of Chaos City, and it was also the most important and lively festival in Chaos City.

The city lord's castle had already started decorating the streets in advance. Everyone was dressed in their best attire, and they were out on the streets. The lively shops and the shouts of hawkers on both sides of the streets were filled with liveliness and vitality.

The ordinary people didn't seem to realize that this year's peace conference was different from the usual ones. As it was the most important day of the year and the longest holiday, people only wanted to shop and eat with their families and friends, or buy new clothes for themselves and their families.

Meanwhile, the Delicacy Conference became the best place for Chaos City's residents to go. There were too many delicacies for the eyes to take in, and one would be able to obtain many delicacies just by walking around. The constant influx of people made the Delicacy Conference, which took up a very large area, very difficult to walk around.

Meg stood on the opposite side of the street, and took a look from afar. He marveled at how well the Food Association organized this conference. As long as one was capable enough, such a huge flow of people would definitely not bury any delicacies.

"Selling vegetables is indeed a good business." Meg's gaze landed on the customers lining up in front of the seafood stall. Many of the housewives bought a huge bag of seafood at once, and the elven service staff received unanimous praise for their efficient and friendly service.

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