Chapter 1809

McGonagall finally went back to his study, lay on the slightly hard floor, thought for a while, got up and locked the door. Then he closed his eyes and entered the kitchen god test field.

There are a lot of recipes to learn tonight. He has to seize the time to avoid affecting McGonagall's thinking. With a flash of white light, McGonagall has stepped into the test field of Kitchen God.

But it's not a familiar kitchen, but a huge octopus monster, with familiar tentacles, familiar eyeballs, familiar growls

And he had only a fat head in his hand.

"I'm NIMA..."

Without waiting for McGonagall, the octopus monster had make complaints about it.

……

"Against whom?" Irina twisted the handle at the door, stood still, looked at the closed door, stamped her feet in shame, and turned back to the master bedroom.

……

On this night, McGonagall's success made him have a strong immune effect on all tentacles and dense objects. He even felt that his mental strength strengthened in the thunder robbery had been further sublimated.

As a result, he has some new understanding of the so-called Kitchen God of the system.

"System, I fuck NIMA!"

As soon as Meg opened his eyes, he still couldn't help scolding.

"Host, I'm honing your will..." the system was wronged.

"I'm going to fuck NIMA!"

“？？？”

The system slowly made three question marks.

You know what

MEG put up his middle finger and turned over to get up.

Although exhausted by tentacle abuse in the kitchen god test field, I feel comfortable as soon as I open my eyes, as if I have just had a good sleep.

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

"It's time for breakfast." McGonagall changed into a cook's suit. After washing, he went downstairs to cook a large pot of porridge. Today, he began to serve breakfast for the cleaners again, and then began to prepare breakfast for Elena.

She won't eat with everyone from today on, so MEG needs to prepare a love breakfast for her in the morning.

As for lunch and dinner, he is not clear about Elena's arrangements.

The steak was frying in the pan, and the cauliflower was boiling in the boiling water. This was the breakfast that Elena asked for herself last night.

"Looks like a good night's sleep?" Elena came down the stairs, leaning against the doorframe and looking at MEG busy in the kitchen, smiling with a trace of resentment.

"Well, it's OK." MEG nodded, unaware of the abnormality in her look.

"Hum." Irina snorted.

McGonagall looked back in disbelief at Elena, who was a little resentful. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"No, I had a good sleep." Elena was upright and dignified. She couldn't say that she was too shy to sleep last night.

"Just a moment. The steak will be ready soon. Would you like a cup of hot milk?" Meg said with a smile.

"Good." Irina nodded and did not leave. Instead, she stood at the door and continued to watch McGonagall cook the steak and warm the milk.

It may be hard for outsiders to imagine that this man, who led the thunder to the devil, even got up early in the morning to make breakfast for her. Such a kind and gentle appearance warmed her heart.

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

The steak with delicious meat smell has been cut into just the right size for the entrance, but it still looks like a whole piece on the plate. A few green broccoli and small tomatoes are dotted on the side of the plate, and the milk beside is still hot, which is just the entrance temperature.

"Dinner, please." MEG opened the chair for Elena with a smile.

"Thank you." Irina tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, then sat down in the chair, her cheeks rose a little red, but quietly picked up the fork to eat gracefully.

McGonagall licked his lips, looked at Elena who was eating with her head slightly down, and thought about the slight electric kiss that she had just received, with a slight curve in the corner of her mouth.

What a wonderful feeling. Is this the feeling of love? Even if it's just a kiss, it makes people feel happy.

"I'm going." Irina finished the steak, took the milk and drank it. When she got up, she put out her tender tongue and licked the milk at the corner of her mouth.

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

"No, I'll arrange it myself." Elena had a mysterious smile.

McGonagall didn't know why, but he didn't ask much. He just took a paper towel and helped her wipe the corner of her mouth with the milk she hadn't licked.

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

Meg's hand with the tissue was stiff. He looked at her clean mouth and suddenly felt that he had really become a gentleman.

"I'm kidding you." Irina smiles and turns to walk towards the door. With a flash of gold, she is already disappearing in the dining room.

"It's also... It's fun..." McGonagall couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that he would be led by a woman's rhythm one day. Let alone... It's fun, a totally different experience.

Not long after Elena left, Phyllis said, "don't be sad, my friend. In seven days, there will be a peace conference of all ethnic groups, and I will come back again." Connie waved to the crowd and left with the rougamo MEG had prepared for her.