McGonagall finally returned to the study, lay on the slightly hard floor, thought for a while, got up and locked the door again, and then closed her eyes in peace and entered the Kitchen God Proving Ground.

There are a lot of recipes to learn tonight, and he has to hurry up so that the restaurant doesn't open the next morning.

As a professional boss, I have been a guest for two days, and I have to reopen tomorrow, otherwise I will be sorry for my cash box.

Of course, there is another important reason, he has to make the Octopus series famous as soon as possible, so that he can do follow-up promotion work.

As McGonagall pondered, a flash of white light flashed, and McGonagall had already stepped into the Kitchen God Proving Ground.

But instead of the familiar kitchen, a giant octopus monster appeared, with familiar tentacles, familiar eyeballs, and familiar roars......

And he only has a handful of fathead fish in his hand.

"I'm Nima ......"

Before McGonagall could complain, the octopus monster pounced on her with teeth and claws.

……

"Against whom?" Irina twisted the doorknob at the door, stood still, looked at the closed door, stomped her foot in some shame, and turned back to the master bedroom.

……

This night, success gave McGonagall a powerful immune effect to all tentacles and dense objects, and he even felt that his strengthened mental power in the thunderstorm had been further sublimated.

As a result, he gained some new insights into the system's so-called culinary skills.

"System, I'm Nima!"

As soon as McGonagall opened her eyes, she still couldn't help but curse in her heart.

"Host, I'm sharpening your will......" the system said a little aggrieved.

"Then I still want to Nyima!"

“？？？”

The system slowly typed three question marks.

Convex (艹)

McGonagall gave her middle finger and rolled over to get up.

Although he was exhausted by the tentacle monster in the Kitchen God Proving Ground, when he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed, as if he had just slept well.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the desk, it was exactly six o'clock in the morning.

"It's time to make breakfast." McGonagall changed into a chef's suit, washed up, went downstairs to boil a large pot of porridge, and began to serve breakfast to the cleaners again today, and then began to prepare breakfast for Irina.

She doesn't eat with everyone from today, so McGonagall needs to prepare her a loving breakfast in the morning for her to eat first.

As for how to solve lunch and dinner, he still doesn't know Irina's arrangement.

The steak was fried in the pan and the cauliflower was tossed into boiling water to boil, which was the breakfast that Irina herself requested last night.

"Looks like you slept well last night?" Irina went downstairs and leaned against the door frame to look at McGonagall busy in the kitchen, her smile tingling with resentment.

"Well, it's okay." McGonagall nodded, unaware of the anomaly in her expression.

"Hmph." Irina snorted.

McGonagall looked back suspiciously, looking at Irina with a little resentment between her eyebrows, "Didn't sleep well last night?" ”

"No, I slept soundly." Irina was on the right face, showing her usual dignified appearance, she couldn't say that she couldn't sleep last night, she couldn't help but be too ashamed.

"Wait a minute, the steak will be ready soon, do you need a glass of hot milk?" McGonagall smiled.

"Okay." Irina nodded, and instead of leaving, she stood in the doorway and continued to watch McGonagall fry the steak and warm the milk.

It may be difficult for outsiders to imagine that this man who leads the heavens and thunders the devil actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for her, such a caring and gentle appearance warmed her heart.

After a while, McGonagall came out with steak and hot milk.

The meaty steak has been cut to just the right size for the mouth, but it is still put together in a single piece on the plate, with a few emerald green broccoli and small tomatoes cut in half dotted on the plate, and the milk next to it is still steaming, which is also just the temperature for the mouth.

"Please dine." McGonagall smiled and pulled out a chair for Irina.

"Thank you." Irina stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, then sat down in a chair, her cheeks flushing, but quietly picked up her fork and ate elegantly.

McGonagall licked her lips and looked at Irina, who bowed her head slightly, and reminisced about the electric kiss just now, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

What a wonderful feeling, is this what it feels like to be in love? Even if it's just a gentle kiss, it makes people feel full of joy.

"I'm leaving." Irina finished the steak, took the milk and drank it, and when she got up, she stretched out her pink tongue and licked the milk from the corner of her mouth.

"Do you want to keep your lunch?" McGonagall, who was busy in the kitchen, stepped out.

"No, I'll arrange it myself." Irina smiled mysteriously.

McGonagall didn't know why, but she didn't ask much, just pulled out a tissue and helped her wipe the corner of her mouth from the corner of the milk that she hadn't licked clean.

"Shouldn't you lick it off for me at this time?" Irina asked with a smile as she looked at his close face.

McGonagall's hand holding the tissue stiffened, and she looked at the corners of her clean mouth, and suddenly felt that she had truly become a gentleman.

"Teasing you." Irina smiled, turned and walked in the direction of the door, the golden light flashed under her feet, and the person had disappeared into the restaurant.

"Also...... It's fun......" McGonagall couldn't help but laugh, she didn't expect that she would also be led by a woman for a day, let alone ...... It's quite fun, a completely different experience.

Not long after Irina left, Phyllis was the first to arrive at the restaurant.

"Boss, didn't Her Royal Highness really come to the restaurant to sleep last night?" Phyllis looked at McGonagall a little nervously.

"Yes." McGonagall nodded, a little apologetic, since Irina didn't confess to Phyllis, he naturally couldn't open this mouth.

"Well, it looks like she's gone with Lord Alex." Phyllis was a little depressed, but Her Royal Highness didn't say a word to her...... She left like this, and she didn't know where to find her in the future, or how to serve her.

"She may still be in the City of Chaos, but you're still here." McGonagall said with a smile, the Night Elves' stall had just begun, and Irina couldn't just leave it alone, after all, the Wind Forest was still eyeing it.

"That's right!" Phyllis's eyes lit up, "Then I'll go back to see if she's back when I'm done with my work." ”

Camila and others are also coming one after another.

Connie is here too, to say goodbye to everyone.

After all, she is now the chief of the Fark tribe, and even if she salts the fish, she still has to go back to the town.

However, Oster was cut off by the octopus monster, and his strength was greatly damaged, and he would probably live in peace for a while after he returned, which saved Connie a lot of trouble.

"Don't grieve my friend, in seven days there will be a peace meeting of all tribes, and this chief will come back again." Connie waved at the crowd and nibbled away with the meat bun McGonagall had prepared for her.