Norma was completely dumbfounded. She even forgot to retract her hand from Meg's chest.
"What's the matter?" Meg asked coldly.
Norma retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She quickly covered her face, but her eyes could be seen through the gaps between her fingers. She said angrily, "You … Why aren't you wearing any clothes!"
"I was about to take a shower when I heard someone ring the doorbell. I thought it was Butler Boson," Meg said matter-of-factly. "Also, I'm wearing clothes."
Norma's gaze moved down slightly. Meg was indeed wearing clothes, but his clothes were completely open, revealing his firm chest and eight-pack abs. The lines and contours that were carved by a knife were full of visual impact.
Unlike those greasy youths who only wanted to show off their muscles, Hades's muscles did not look that exaggerated. They were restrained and full of strength. He was muscular without clothes and thin with clothes on.
Therefore, Norma did not expect Meg, who looked a little thin, to have such excellent muscle lines.
However, after some reflection, she seemed to be able to find some clues from the show. How could a man who could carry a ten-kilogram iron rod and hit it more than twenty thousand times be a firewood stick?
"Have you seen enough?" Meg asked as he buttoned his shirt.
Norma's throat moved, and she unconsciously swallowed her saliva. When she heard that, she immediately became like an angry little lion. She said angrily, "According to McCarthy Manor's employee code of conduct, all employees must dress appropriately in the manor! You've broken the rules on your first day at the manor! "
"The dormitory is the employee's private space. It's not within the scope of having to dress appropriately. This is clearly stated in the employee code of conduct. Do you wear a uniform in the bedroom too?" Meg smiled, not afraid at all.
"Who said that? I … I'll change the employee code of conduct right now!" Norma was a little unconfident. Of course, she did not know what was written in the employee code of conduct. She only vaguely knew that this was to scare Hades, who was on his first day.
"Please go ahead. I'm going to take a shower. Please go back." Meg's expression was still cold as he prepared to close the door.
Norma felt humiliated. No man had ever dared to reject her again and again. Furthermore, he was only an employee, a chef.
"I'm hungry. Aren't you a special chef? I want you to make me lunch! "Norma ordered.
"My contract will take effect tomorrow, so I'm not obligated to serve you today." Meg shook his head slightly. Then, just as Norma was on the verge of exploding, he said, "But I'm going to make lunch for myself later. I can make you one while I'm at it."
"Conveniently?" Norma frowned. She felt that she had never been treated so half-heartedly by a servant in her life. This feeling … was very special!
"Hmph, then I'll wait for you at the restaurant!" Norma turned and prepared to leave.
"I'm not going to the kitchen to cook. I'm going to cook something simple in the dormitory. If you want to eat, come in." Meg turned around and entered the room.
"Eat in the dormitory?" Norma was shocked, but looking at the open door, she hesitated for a while before gritting her teeth and walking in.
What was there to be afraid of? This was McCarthy Manor. Could it be that this fellow still dared to do anything to her?
This was Norma's first time entering the staff dormitory. Her first impression was that it was cramped. All kinds of spaces that should have been separated were all squeezed into the small room. The sofa was even single person, and the kitchen could only accommodate one person. It was really too small.
"Take a seat first. I'm going to take a shower. I'll cook later." Meg first started cooking in the rice cooker. He took a set of clothes and walked towards the bathroom as he spoke familiarly.
Norma looked at the bathroom door that was slowly closing with her mouth agape. This fellow actually left her here to dry while he went to take a shower!
Through the blurry bathroom glass door, the sound of water could be heard clearly. The strange atmosphere made Norma's face turn red, and she was a little restless.
It was her first time waiting for a man to come out of the shower to cook for her.
She suddenly regretted it. She should not have come in. It seemed like she had accidentally fallen into his trap.
But now, she did not want to leave. If she left just like that, wouldn't it seem like she was afraid?
The blurry glass door outlined a blurry figure. Associating it with the scene she saw at the door earlier, Norma's mind could not help but start to fill in the water that flowed down his firm chest, over his abs that were like washboards, and then down …
Patter.
The bathroom door opened, and Meg, who had changed into a fresh shirt, walked out. There was a towel around his neck, and he was drying his wet hair. Then, he faced Norma, whose face was flushed red.
There was a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.
Norma, who was facing the bathroom door, was shocked. She quickly looked away and explained, "I … I'm not looking … I … I'm just thinking about something."
Then why are you blushing in a teapot?
Meg ignored her. He threw the towel and clothes into the washing machine, and then went straight to the kitchen area.
Although it was called a kitchen, it was more accurate to say that it was an open single-person workstation. There was a single stove, a cutting table, and a washing table. It was suitable for one or two people to cook at home.
Meg took an apron and put it on. He opened the fridge and took out a few ingredients. Beef, eggs, onions, garlic, and tomatoes. Judging from the freshness, they should have just been put in the fridge in the morning. They were not high-grade ingredients, but they were enough.
The freshly cooked rice grains were clear, and there was no excess water on the surface. It completely met the standards of making fried rice.
Meg began to prepare the ingredients and cook.
The blush on Norma's face had not faded. She sat down on the sofa and opened her wristband to browse the web, but her eyes were secretly glancing at Meg.
His posture was tall and straight, and the side of his face looked sharp. The corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised at all times. He looked very intimate, but also seemed to be mocking something.
The chefs in McCarthy Manor were mostly middle-aged uncles, and there were also quite a few old grandpas. The chefs who were selected were all experienced chefs. How could there be such a young and handsome chef?
"Hmph! No matter what he cooks later, I definitely won't eat a single bite! I want to let him know the dangers of this world! "Norma thought to herself. She had already begun to plan her lines.
The beef was cut into cubes, and spices were added to stir-fry. The rice and eggs were mixed together, and they gradually blended. Then, the beef was added to stir-fry. Finally, a handful of tender green onions were sprinkled, and they were stir-fried.
Then, a pot of tomato and egg soup was boiled.
Two plates of beef and egg fried rice, two bowls of tomato and egg soup, and two spoons. A simple lunch was completed.
"Let's eat."
Meg placed the fried rice and soup on the dining table and said to Norma.
"This is the lunch you prepared for me? It's so simple … Gulp. " Norma sat at the dining table and said with disdain. Before she could finish her sentence, a strong fragrance assailed her nose. She could not help but swallow her saliva, and even her words were interrupted.
"It smells so good …"
Norma looked at the fried rice in front of her in disbelief.
(End of Chapter)
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