"Not feeling well? Wasn't it still alive yesterday? Looking at the back of Robben walking into the villa, Naomi complained.

Claire thought for a moment before replying, "Miss Emma may have come to that." ”

Naomi was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

I see, it makes sense. But why don't you order from the canteen, is it possible that his craftsmanship can be better than the master chef in the canteen? Naomi was confused.

"I don't know." Claire spread her hands out, indicating that she didn't know everything either.

……

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Robben was busy: soaking beans, mixing noodles, handling mutton, and being very busy.

The two dishes that Emma ordered were quite troublesome if they had to start from scratch, and Robben worked hard for more than an hour to fry the steamed buns and bring them to Emma's bedroom with the boiled soy milk.

"Delicious!" Emma's eyes narrowed into a line of contentment, and an incomparable sense of happiness arose in her heart, and even the pain in her lower abdomen was slightly relieved.

After lunch, Emma was also a little tired, she shrunk into the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Robben was not idle, he went into the kitchen again, put the bruised mutton in the pot, added spices, and simmered it with the diced turnips.

In the afternoon, it was a pungent aroma that woke Emma from her sleep.

"Are you awake? The lamb is already stewed. Robben held a white porcelain bowl and sat down at Emma's bedside.

"If this continues, I'm going to get fat." Emma took the bowl from Robben's hand and said with a smile.

Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating a life is indeed easy for her to become a high-quality woman.

"What is this, when the time comes, a spell will slim down." In Robben's concept, isn't it easy for witches to lose weight? Haven't magicians developed a slimming spell over the years?

Emma:......

She sighed and told Robben that he seemed to have some misunderstanding about magic.

"Magic is not a panacea. Have you met Professor Taylor before? He's a potions master. If magic can do anything, then why doesn't he cure his baldness? ”

Robben: ?!

Yes? Could it be that baldness is a disease that cannot be cured even with magic?

"I'm just giving you an example," Emma waved her hand, "Professor Taylor probably doesn't care about that, or I'm sure he'll be able to invent a potion for baldness." ”

"So there's no special potion on the market right now for baldness, right?" Robben followed Emma's words and made an amazing discovery.

Emma:......

While the two were eating and chatting, the fire on the stove did not stop, and the mutton soup was still gurgling outward. The aroma spread down the stairs throughout the villa, attracting Naomi's attention downstairs.

"It smells so good! What does it taste like? She subconsciously asked, and then realized that it was the lamb stewed by the boy named Robben for Emma.

For a moment, she was a little envious of Emma: she could empathize with Emma's pain, and it was a blessing to have someone willing to take care of her and provide delicious meals during that period. But after envying for less than two seconds, she became angry.

"Damn, stewed so well in the dorm room - I mean something so big, is there any quality? I'm going to have to teach them a good lesson. She angrily walked upstairs.

Claire sighed, it seemed that all the words she had said to her best friend had been taken by her as a deaf ear, and she was still the same. Seeing that Naomi was really going upstairs, she hurriedly followed.

"Remember to change your sheets and clothes, keep them hygienic, don't take a shower today, just wipe them with a wet towel." Robben packed up the empty bowl and was a little uneasy when he was about to leave, so he specially told Emma two words.

He couldn't let the little witch sleep on dirty sheets like that, it was when his body was fragile, and if he was infected, he would be in trouble.

Emma's knowledge in this area seems to be a little lacking, how can I give her a science popularization? Just as he was thinking about how to speak, there was a sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs.

Robben turned his head to see Naomi walking towards him quickly, and judging by her face, it was clear that she had not come to invite him to tea.

What are you doing? It smells like this all over the house! 】

Before she could speak, Naomi had already thought of a full set of arguments for the quarrel, and was waiting to walk up to Robben and scold. She decided that Robben must realize her mistake, change her ways, dump the pile, and then stand in front of her and sincerely apologize to herself.

I will forgive him very generously, after all, I am the heir of the ancient and noble Isar family.

As a result, she had just walked to the kitchen on the third floor, and before she could speak, Robben made a preemptive strike.

"Ah, you're here, do you want to try my stewed mutton, it's delicious." As he spoke, Robben brought out a steaming bowl of lamb stew with radish from the pot.

"I was going to send it to you, but you two came up. Come on, then, be careful of the burning. Before Naomi could react, Robben shoved the bowl of lamb stew into her hand.

Naomi:?

Robben's actions were unexpected, disrupting her intended rhetoric. But it's not a big problem, after she straightens out her thoughts, he can still refute his body is incomplete, and he throws himself to the ground - if you want to buy the heir of the Isar family with just a bowl of stewed mutton, I think you are delusional.

"Then you're welcome!" While Naomi was organizing the language, Claire let out a hearty laugh, took the second bowl of lamb stew from Robben's hand, and ate it without hesitation.

Naomi:???

Brother, what are you doing?!

She froze in place.

"You can try it too, it tastes really good." Claire snorted and took a few large bites, only to find that Naomi had been standing there unresponsive, so she urged her.

The girlfriends said so, and Naomi could only sell her girlfriends a face, forked up a piece of stewed mutton, and put it in her mouth.

The meat is tender, the taste is mellow, the aroma of spices and radish is deeply immersed in the fat but not greasy, fresh but not fat mutton, every bite, the juice overflows, it is indeed a rare delicacy!

Naomi: This lamb is so delicious!

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A very important thing.

Please read the updated chapters as soon as possible, because it's late, and some things are likely to be gone - today I found that many chapters are missing dozens to hundreds of words, maybe "typos" and "sick sentences" have been removed~

Anyway, everyone try to read it as soon as possible after I update, especially the chapters I want to follow, it's good for you and for me~

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