It was almost time for dinner. Mag had decided on a recipe for eggplant with garlic sauce, but he still needed to experiment with the exact amount of ingredients and condiments.
Without the experience of a master chef and a precise recipe, it was undoubtedly a new challenge for Mag. Not only did he have to be patient, but he also had to apply his understanding of cooking in a comprehensive way to make eggplant with garlic sauce to his satisfaction.
Putting away his pen and paper, Meg walked to the kitchen door. Phyllis hadn't brought out the kebabs for him to try yet, so he was curious about her progress.
"It seems that my amazing talent didn't come into play when it came to kebabs," Meg said with a smile as he stood at the door and looked at Phyllis, who was standing nervously in front of the grill.
Her forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, and she stared intently at the kebab on the grill. Her hands were a little stiff, and it was as if she were holding something that could explode at any moment.
On the plate beside her hand, there was a small mountain of failed products. Some of them were as black as charcoal, some of them even had their bamboo skewers burnt off, and some of them were half-cooked. None of them could be seen, let alone eaten.
Meg glanced at the burnt kebabs in Phyllis's hands and walked into the kitchen. Looking at the disheartened Phyllis, he said with a smile, "You're as good as I was when I first started."
Phyllis, who had been disheartened, turned around and looked at Meg in disbelief. "Were you like this when you first started?"
"I'm not a genius chef. I'm just a little luckier and more hardworking than others," Meg nodded with a smile and said in his heart, "Of course, the first point is more important."
Confidence reappeared in Phyllis's eyes.
Meg threw the kebabs that Phyllis had failed to make into the kitchen waste bin, tidied up the stove, and said with a smile, "That's all for today's practice. When you start work the day after tomorrow, you'll be responsible for preparing all the ingredients that need to be used with knives. You can practice in the restaurant. If you have something to do tonight, you can leave after dinner. If you have nothing to do, you can also stay in the restaurant."
"If it's possible, I'd like to see you cook." Phyllis looked at Meg with bright eyes. Before this, the only person she admired in her heart was the princess, but now there was one more.
"It's up to you. I'll arrange a place for you tonight." Meg nodded slightly. It was a good thing that Phyllis was eager to learn. He hoped more than anyone else that she could grow into a chef who could take charge of her own business as soon as possible, so that he could be liberated slowly.
As for the accommodation, Meg had already thought of expanding the dormitory that Mia and the others were currently living in into a four-bedroom dormitory. Anyway, there was still a large empty space next to it. When he built the dormitory for Mia and the others, he had asked the System to reserve two spaces. After the rooms were built, he could just open the door and it would not affect the layout at all.
"By the way, what style do you like in your room?" Meg suddenly looked up at Phyllis, who was tidying up the room, and asked.
"Huh?" Phyllis was a little confused.
"Well … I'm going to arrange a dormitory for you. What kind of decoration or color do you like?" Meg explained. After what happened last time, he had decided not to guess what a woman was thinking.
Phyllis's heart warmed. Except for Her Highness, no one had ever asked her what she wanted, and no one had ever considered what she liked. Meg not only taught her how to cook, but he had also been so considerate of her. Looking at the gentle smile on his face, Phyllis's heart thumped loudly, and she said softly, "I … I … I like something simple. It doesn't need to be too luxurious, just something simple …"
After saying that, Phyllis stole a glance at Meg again, and said somewhat worriedly, "This way, aren't my requirements too high …"
"Isn't this the same as not having any requirements?" Meg smiled and shook his head. The little girl was still too shy, but if she wanted to be simple and elegant, it would be easy. It seemed that she still retained many of the instincts of an elf.
"System …"
Meg and the System haggled for a while, and finally added a dormitory for Phyllis at the price of 30,000 coins, as well as the packaging and all the furniture.
"Father, the children are going to have a parent-teacher conference. Do you want to go?" Amy asked as soon as she came home from school.
"A parent-teacher conference?" Meg looked at Amy, who was carrying a small backpack, with surprise. Crassus and Julian came to the restaurant every day to eat, which meant that they came to visit every day. Furthermore, Amy was their only student. Did they have to have a parent-teacher conference?
"Yes, yes. When Daphne came to play with me after school, she told me that all the children's parents will be there. You'll be there too, right?" Amy nodded her little head, and looked at Meg with her big blue eyes full of anticipation.
So it's a unified student conference for the students of Chaos School. Meg understood, but he was a little anxious when he saw Amy's expectant gaze. Amy was studying magic with Crassus and Julian every day. She didn't have any followers at Chaos School, and Crassus hadn't notified her at all.
But looking at Amy's expectant gaze, Meg couldn't bear to turn her down. He smiled and stroked Amy's head, and said, "It's Amy's first parent-teacher conference. Of course I'll be there."
"That's great!" Amy jumped up happily. She hugged Meg's arm and swung it from side to side. "Father, you're the best!"
Phyllis stood at the kitchen door and looked at this scene with a smile on her face. This father and daughter were so loving at all times. It was enviable and heartwarming.
"But Daphne said that both Father and Mother have to be present at this parent-teacher conference …" Amy's voice trailed off as she looked at Meg carefully.
"In that case …" Meg also pondered. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Why don't we find someone to replace them?"
Both of them turned to look at Phyllis with contemplative looks on their faces.
Phyllis, who had been a little worried, was stunned. Her heart started to pound like a little deer. Although she had promised to help Boss take care of the child before coming, she didn't have to pretend to be the child's mother, did she?
But … looking at the delicate and adorable Amy and the mature and gentle Meg, Phyllis's heart softened again. It's not easy for a man to take care of a child by himself. If Mother doesn't go to the parent-teacher conference, she'll definitely be criticized, right? In that case … I'll reluctantly agree.
"I don't think so. Big Sister Bean Sprout is too small." Amy shook her head.
"Yes, and she's too young. She still looks like a child." Meg nodded in agreement.
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