Chapter 881 I Don't Think so, Sister Bean Sprouts Is Too Peaceful

The evening business hours are coming soon, and Mag has roughly finalized a recipe for fish-flavored eggplant, but the specific amount of ingredients and seasonings still needs constant experimentation.

Without the master's experience and precise recipes, it is undoubtedly a new challenge for Mag, not only patience, but also the understanding of cooking during this period of time needs to be fully applied, so that it is possible to make a recipe for himself. Satisfied fish-flavored eggplant.

Putting away the pen and paper, Mag walked towards the kitchen door. Phyllis hadn't given him a taste of the grilled beef skewers yet, so he was a little curious about the progress.

"It seems that the amazing talent has not been brought into play in the matter of grilling skewers." Mag stood still at the door, looking at Phyllis who was nervously standing on the grill with a smile on her lips.

Her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her eyes were fixed on the skewered beef on the grill, and the hand holding the skewered beef was a little stiff, as if she was holding something that might explode at any moment.

On the plate in front of her was a pile of failed products piled up like hills. Some were charred as black as charcoal, some even had their bamboo sticks burnt, and some were half-cooked. None of them could be seen. Let alone edible.

Mag glanced at the kebab in Phyllis' hands that was burnt again, walked into the kitchen, looked at the dejected Phyllis with a smile, and said, "It's really on par with me back then."

Phyllis, who was a little discouraged at first, turned her head and looked at Mag in disbelief, "Is it the same when you first started?"

"I'm not a talented chef, but I'm just luckier and more diligent than others." Mag nodded with a smile, and said silently in his heart: "Of course, the first point is more important."

There was renewed confidence in Phyllis' eyes.

Mag casually dumped the grilled beef kebabs that Phyllis failed to make into the garbage bin beside him, cleaned up the stove briefly, and said with a smile: "This is the end of today's practice. After you officially start work the day after tomorrow, you I will be responsible for the preparation of all the ingredients that need to be used with knives. Usually you can practice in the restaurant. If you have something to do tonight, you can leave after dinner. If you don’t have anything to do, you can also stay in the restaurant.”

"If possible, I would like to watch you cook." Phyllis looked at Mag with bright eyes. If the only person she admired in her heart before this was Her Royal Highness, now there is one more.

"It's up to you. I will arrange your residence tonight." McGonagall nodded slightly. It is a good thing that Phyllis is eager to learn. More than anyone else, he hopes that she can grow into an independent chef as soon as possible, so that he can be liberated slowly.

As for residence,

Mag has already decided to expand the dormitory where Mia and the others are currently living into a four-bedroom. Anyway, there is a large empty space next to it. When he built the dormitory for Mia and the others, he asked the system to reserve two places. After the room is finished, just open the door, without affecting the layout at all.

"By the way, what style do you like in your room?" Mag asked suddenly looking up at Phyllis who was helping to tidy up.

"Huh?" Phyllis was a little confused.

"That's... I'm going to arrange a dormitory for you. What kind of decoration or color do you like in your room?" McGonagall explained. After what happened last time, he has decided not to guess the woman's mind.

Phyllis felt warm in her heart. Except for Her Royal Highness, no one had ever asked her what she wanted, and no one would have considered what she liked. Mag not only taught her how to cook, but also thought about her so meticulously. Looking at the picture With a gentle smile on her face and her heart beating, she said softly, "I... I... I like plain ones, it doesn't need to be too gorgeous, just keep it simple..."

After finishing speaking, Phyllis glanced at Mag secretly again, and said worriedly: "Isn't it too demanding..."

"Doesn't that mean there is no requirement." Mag smiled and shook her head. The little girl was still too shy, but the element of elegance was simple. It seemed that she still retained many of the elf's nature.

"system……"

Mag bargained with the system for a while, and finally added a dormitory to Phyllis for 30,000 yuan, including packing and repairing and all furniture.

"Father, the children are going to have a parent-teacher meeting, do you want to go?" Amy said as soon as she came home from school.

"Is there a parent meeting?" Mag looked at Amy with a small schoolbag in surprise. Crassus and Julian come to the restaurant every day for dinner, which is equivalent to visiting home every day, and they are only Amy's student. can you?

"Yeah, just now when Daphne came to play with me after school, she said that the children's parents will go, and you will definitely go too?" Amy nodded her head, her big blue eyes flickering Looking at Mag, full of anticipation.

It turned out to be the unified student union of the students of the "Chaotic" Academy. McGonagall understood a little bit, but looking at Amy's expectant eyes, she felt a little anxious. Amy is now learning magic from Crassus and Julian every day. The Chaos Academy did not study with the class, and Crassus did not notify at all.

But looking at Amy's expectant gaze, Mag couldn't bear to refuse. He touched Amy's head with a smile and said, "Of course my father will go to Amy's first parent-teacher meeting."

"Great!" Amy jumped up happily, shaking Mag's arm, "Father, you are so kind!"

Phyllis stood at the door of the kitchen watching this scene with a smile on her face. The father and daughter looked so loving no matter what time they were, which made people enviable and warm.

"However, Daphne said that this time the parents will say that both father and mother should be present..." Amy's voice gradually weakened, and she looked at Mag cautiously.

"In this case..." Mag was also pondering, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Why don't you find someone to replace it?"

The eyes of the two looked at Phyllis, and at the same time they showed a look of thought.

Phyllis, who was still a little worried, was stunned for a moment, and her heart jumped like a deer. Although she had promised to help the boss take care of the child before coming, she didn't mention pretending to be the child's mother. To what extent?

But... Looking at the delicate and lovely Amy and the mature and gentle Mag, Phyllis' heart softened again. It is really not easy for a man to take care of a child by himself. If the mother did not go to the parent meeting, she must Will it be told by others? If that's the case...then I will reluctantly agree.

"I don't think so, Sister Bean Sprouts is too peaceful." Amy shook her head.

"Well, and it's too small, it looks like a child." Mag nodded in agreement.

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