Chapter 2151 Do You Understand Again?

Mag is very glad that Irina is not at home, otherwise, even if it does not become a Shura field, the atmosphere will inevitably be a little awkward.

"Miss Hill, Miss Gloria, why are you here?" Mag gave the money to the coachman, then looked at the two and smiled.

It has to be said that these two are first-class existences in terms of appearance and temperament.

Although it's not as good as Irina's, it's true that each has its own charm.

"I heard that Mr. McGonagall is coming back today, so I came to visit. At the entrance of the restaurant, I happened to meet Miss Gloria who was also looking for Mr. McGonagall, so we waited here together." Hill said with a smile.

"Mr. McGonagall, long time no see." Gloria said looking at Mag.

"I went to the military camp outside the city earlier and delivered some food to the previous regular customers. It's cold outside, so if you have anything to say, go in and talk." Mag opened the door and let the two come in first.

"You guys should have eaten, right?" Mag made a pot of hot tea, poured a cup for each of them, and asked with a smile.

Hill smiled and said: "I had a light meal, but if Mr. McGonagall is willing to cook, my stomach is still willing to bear a little more pressure."

Before Gloria could speak, her stomach began to growl.

She blushed and asked the coachman to come to Mamy's Restaurant directly after finishing her work before. Before she had time to eat, she only ate the morning meal today.

Mag smiled and took a menu from the side, put it between the two of them, and said: "That's right, I haven't eaten yet, what do you want to eat, order, I will treat you today."

"I'm just kidding, it's not a working day, how can you bother Mr. McGonagall to cook for us." Hill said with a smile.

Mag looked at Gloria who was about to refuse, smiled and shook her head and said, "No, you are worth it."

Hill spent money and effort to manufacture artillery, and built an artillery production line as quickly as possible, which helped him a lot.

And Gloria makes winter clothes for frontline soldiers, which also has important strategic significance in the cold northern border.

These two points alone are worth making a dinner for them by Mag himself.

Seeing that Mag didn't seem to be joking, Hill thought for a while and said, "Then I won't be polite, I want a steak."

Upon hearing this, Gloria thought for a while and said, "Then please trouble Mr. McGonagall to make me Yangzhou fried rice."

What she misses most, of course, is the bean curd made by Mr. McGonagall.

But she also knew that tofu nao couldn't be made in a short while, so naturally she couldn't make such excessive demands.

"Okay, sit down for a while." Mag turned and went into the kitchen.

Hill and Gloria sat opposite each other, and the warm and comfortable environment in the restaurant made the atmosphere less awkward.

"I heard that you've been busy preparing cotton coats for the soldiers going on the expedition recently? How are you preparing for this matter?" Hill asked first.

Gloria shook her head slightly, and said with a sad expression: "Currently, we are working overtime to rush the production, but the number of tailors is limited. With the current progress, it is difficult for all soldiers to wear new cotton clothes before the expedition."

She invited almost all the tailors in Chaos City, most of whom joined voluntarily, but the number was still limited.

When she came to Mamy's restaurant today, she also wanted to talk to Mr. McGonagall, and wanted to see if he had other ways.

"The northern region is cold, and the climate is very different from our chaotic city. If soldiers don't have winter clothes to protect them from the cold, they will easily get frostbite." Hill frowned. She was busy with artillery recently, but she didn't realize the seriousness of this problem.

"Yes, I tried to deploy from other places, but the coalition forces come from all ethnic groups, and winter clothes are in short supply, so it is difficult to gather enough quantity in a short time." Gloria nodded.

In the kitchen, Mag also frowned and thought.

Rough-skinned and thick-skinned races such as orcs, demons, and trolls are okay, but if a delicate body like humans does not have winter clothes to protect their bodies, the cold weather alone can cause countless frostbite injuries.

However, preparations for combat were never a matter of a day or two. The incident happened so suddenly that all ethnic groups had no time to prepare a large number of cold winter clothes.

After all, no race ever considered fighting on the extreme arctic ice fields.

Hill was thinking, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and said, "I have thought of a way."

"What?" Gloria looked at Hill expectantly.

"Tailor is a title with technical requirements, so the number of tailors in Chaos City is limited, but if you reduce the requirement to people who can sew cotton clothes, then this number will become very impressive." Hill said with a smile : "You may not know that in the city of chaos, many poor families sew cotton-padded clothes by themselves in winter."

"You mean... Let the people of the city of chaos sew winter clothes for the soldiers? Yes! This is really a good idea!" Gloria's eyes lit up, she stood up suddenly, and held her hands excitedly. Hill's hand, "Thank you!"

"No...it's nothing." Hill was a little uncomfortable with Gloria's enthusiasm for a while.

Gloria withdrew her hand, blushing and said: "Sorry, I lost my temper, but I should go to the Santo's Mansion immediately and ask the Santo to order the residents of Chaos City to sew winter clothes for the soldiers."

With that said, she was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mag came out of the kitchen with a piece of Yangzhou fried rice, stretched out his hand and lightly pressed Gloria's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Even if you want to save the world, you have to fill your stomach first." , if you are exhausted, no one can do better than you."

"But..." Gloria, smelling the tempting aroma of Yangzhou fried rice, her stomach began to grumble uncontrollably. The strong sense of hunger made her feel like little stars were shining in her eyes.

"Eat quickly, I guess I have to work all night tonight." Mag pushed Gloria back to her seat, and stuffed the spoon into her hand.

"Hmm." Gloria's eyes were foggy, and she picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of fried rice and fed it to her mouth.

A warm feeling filled my heart, the exhaustion of the past few days seemed to be swept away, and the whole person was filled with a feeling of happiness.

Hill looked at Mag, and then at Gloria, showing a somewhat original expression.

"You understand again?" Mag caught Hill's expression out of the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned and entered the kitchen, and after a while, came out with a half-rare steak.

"Thank you, then I won't be polite." Hill nodded slightly, picked up the knife and fork, and ate gracefully.

In fact, she didn't even have time to eat dinner. The engineer proposed several ideas for improving the artillery, so she wanted to show it to Mag for help. It would be great if the power could be improved a little.

As for why you are looking for Mag.

Probably... this is an unfounded superstition.

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