Chapter 2482 My Norma Is Starving to Death...

Norma's expression was completely dumbfounded, and even forgot to take back the hand that was attached to Mag's chest.

"Is something wrong?" Mag asked coldly.

Norma withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and quickly covered her face, but she exposed her eyes from between her fingers, and said in a hurry, "You...why don't you wear clothes!"

"I was about to take a shower when I heard someone ringing the doorbell, thinking it was Housekeeper Bosang." Mag said with a look of course: "Besides, I am wearing clothes."

Norma looked down slightly. Mag was indeed wearing clothes, but the clothes were completely open, revealing a strong chest and eight-pack abs. The lines and outlines carved by a knife were full of visual impact.

Unlike those greasy young people who just want to explode their muscles, Hades' muscles don't look so exaggerated, restrained and full of strength.

So Norma didn't expect that Mag, who looked a little thin, actually had such excellent muscle lines.

But after a little reflection, it seems that you can also find clues from the show. Can a man who can continuously beat 20,000 times with an iron bar weighing dozens of pounds is a matchstick?

"Have you seen enough?" McGonagall asked while buttoning.

Norma's throat rolled, and she swallowed unconsciously. Hearing the words, she immediately looked like a blown-up lion, and said angrily: "According to the employee code of McCarthy Manor, all employees must be properly dressed in the manor! You just arrived. The manor broke the rules on the first day!"

"The dormitory is the employee's private space, and it is not within the scope of proper dress. This is clearly stipulated in the employee code. Do you also wear a uniform in the bedroom?" Mag smiled, not at all embarrassed.

"Who said that, I... I'll change the employee code now!" Norma was a little embarrassed. Of course, she couldn't understand what the employee code was written. She only vaguely knew this one, just wanted to bluff the number one entry. Hades of the day.

"Please, I'm going to take a shower, please come back." Mag's expression was still cold, and he was about to close the door.

Norma felt humiliated. No man had ever dared to turn him down again and again, and he was just an employee, a cook.

"I'm hungry, aren't you a special chef? I want you to make me a lunch!" Norma ordered.

"My contract will officially take effect tomorrow, so I have no obligation to serve you today." Mag shook his head slightly,

Then, on the verge of Norma's outbreak, he said again, "But I'm going to make lunch for myself later, so I can make one for you by the way."

"By the way?" Norma frowned, feeling that she had never been so perfunctory in her life, this feeling... so special!

"Hmph, then I'll wait for you at the restaurant!" Norma turned her head to leave.

"I don't go to the back kitchen to cook. I want to make some simple food in the dormitory. If you want to eat, come in." Mag turned and entered the room.

"Eating in the dormitory?" Norma was taken aback, but looking at the open door, she hesitated, and she walked in through gritted teeth.

What are you afraid of, this is McCarthy Manor, does this guy dare to do anything to her?

This is the first time Norma has entered the staff dormitory. The first feeling is that it is crowded. All the spaces that should be separated are crowded into a small room. The sofa is even a single person, and only one person can stand in the kitchen. It's too small.

"You sit for a while, I'll take a bath, and I'll cook later." Mag first cooked in the rice cooker, took a set of clothes, and walked towards the bathroom, saying familiarly.

Norma opened her mouth and looked at the slowly closing bathroom door. This guy actually left her here to take a bath by herself!

The blurry bathroom glass door, the sound of water clearly came out, and the strange atmosphere made Norma's face blushed and a little restless.

It was the first time for her to wait for a man to come out of the bath and cook for her.

She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have come in, as if she accidentally fell into his trap.

But now she doesn't want to leave, so she just left, doesn't it seem that she is afraid?

The blurred glass door outlines a blurred figure, thinking of the picture he saw at the door earlier, and Norma's brain can't help but start to replenish the water flowing down his solid chest, flowing through the washboard-like abdominal muscles, Further down...

pat.

The bathroom door opened, and Mag, who had changed into a crisp shirt, came out with a towel around his neck, wiping his wet hair, and then confronted Norma, whose face was flushed.

There is a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air, and the atmosphere is somewhat ambiguous.

Norma, who was facing the bathroom door, was shocked, and quickly looked away, while explaining: "I...I didn't look...I...I was just thinking about things."

Then your blushing bubble teapot?

McGonagall ignored her, threw the towels and clothes into the washing machine, and walked straight to the kitchen area.

It is a kitchen, or more precisely, an open single-person console. The single stove, the vegetable cutting table and the vegetable washing table are all mini, suitable for one or two people to open a small stove at home.

Mag took an apron and tied it up, opened the refrigerator and took out a few ingredients, beef, eggs, onions, garlic, tomatoes. From the perspective of freshness, they should have just been put into the refrigerator in the morning. They are not high-end ingredients, but they are also enough.

The freshly cooked rice has clear grains and no excess moisture on the surface, which fully meets the standard for fried rice.

Mag started to process the ingredients and cook.

The blush on Norma's face had not yet dissipated, she sat down on the sofa, turned on her wristband and browsed the web page, but her eyes were peeking at Mag.

His figure is tall and straight, his profile also looks angular, and the corners of his mouth seem to be slightly raised at any time, which makes people feel close, and at the same time, he seems to be laughing at something.

Most of the chefs in McCarthy Manor are middle-aged uncles, and there are many old grandpas. The chefs who can be selected are all experienced chefs. How can there be such a young and handsome chef.

"Humph! No matter what he does, I will never take a bite! I want him to know the dangers of this world!" Norma thought in her heart, and she had already started to think about her lines.

Cut the beef into pieces, add the spices and stir-fry, stir-fry the rice and eggs, gradually blend, then add the beef and stir-fry together, and finally sprinkle with a handful of green chopped green onion, and stir-fry.

Then cook another pot of tomato egg soup.

Two plates of beef and egg fried rice, two bowls of tomato egg soup, two spoons, and a simple lunch is done.

"Have a meal."

Mag put the fried rice and soup on the table and said to Norma.

"This is the lunch you prepared for this lady? It's so simple...gumbling." Norma sat down at the dining table and said with some disgust. Before she could finish speaking, a strong fragrance wafted into her nostrils, which made her unable to bear it. He swallowed, and even the words were interrupted.

"smell good……"

Norma looked at the fried rice in front of him in disbelief.