Sour, spicy, sweet and salty taste almost burst out in the mouth at the same time, each taste is so prominent, but blending with each other, it seems so harmonious and delicious.

The soft eggplant almost melts in the mouth, and the taste buds revel in all kinds of music. They swallow it gently, and the aftertaste lingers between lips and teeth.

"It's just not meat! Even if it's a real fish, it's not as delicious as this! " Frankster's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the fish flavored eggplant, chopsticks unconsciously stretched out, expression tangled and resist.

"Just one bite? Just one more bite! "

"Mmm... It's delicious!"

"One more bite."

"A little salty?"

"Rice? Just one bite! "

"They are a good match. Let's eat them all."

"The braised meat is also delicious. It's soft and glutinous. It's sweet in the sauce."

As soon as Harrison's dishes were on the table, the three main dishes in front of frankster, together with a vegetable dish and a large pot of rice, were all at the bottom.

Frankster touched his stomach and felt three full.

So he raised his hand again.

"Sir... Finished?" Abelmia came over, surprised by the empty plate in front of frankster.

Frankster nodded with a smile and said, "yes, I'd like to go over all the dishes I just had."

Mia shook her head slightly and said, "the other three dishes are OK, but each guest can only order one. You can change one dish, such as Beijing roast duck."

"Well, I'll take that." Frankster nodded, thought about it, and then said, "I'll change the other three dishes into other dishes too..."

This meal, after all, frankster ordered all the dishes on the menu of Maimi's restaurant and ate them all.

"Uncle, you are really good. You have accomplished the feat I dare not to do." Harrison, who watched the whole process, gave a thumbs up to frankster, who felt his stomach contentedly.

With a smile, frankster got up to check out, took the packaged fried rice, took another look at abelmia, and turned out of the restaurant.

"Is this the first guest to eat up our menu?" Barbara's amazing.

"Yes, it's amazing. It's not easy to support yourself." Angela nodded. If she could eat like this, she would have starved to death in the devil islands.

"This uncle... Is quite interesting." Mia said to herself with a smile.

But the busy work soon made them forget this episode.

……

"In other words, do the girls who stay in the restaurant work so that they can eat the dishes made by the boss for free every day?" Asked frankster with a smile, looking at Elizabeth, who was sipping fried rice.

Elizabeth had a meal, looked at frankster with a slightly strange expression, thought seriously for a while, and said: "yes or no, delicious food is the reason why they stay, but it can make them give up their original identity and be willing to stay in the restaurant, undertake the seemingly simple work, which is the atmosphere of the restaurant and the feeling like home."

"It's like home?" Frankster looked thoughtfully at Elizabeth and was silent for a moment. "Did you work at the Macy's, too?"

"Cough cough cough..." Elizabeth suddenly choked, and then cough up.

Frankster quickly made him a glass of ice water and handed it to him.

Elizabeth took a few drinks, relaxed, looked at the ice water in her hand, and said calmly, "if it's boss McGonagall, it's going to be a glass of warm water."

Frankster scratched his head and said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "I've learned."

Elizabeth finished all the fried rice on her plate, put down her spoon, looked at frankster and asked, "father, when are you going to meet MIA?"

Speaking of MIA, there was a smile in frankster's eyes. "I just saw her. She's very clever. She looks a little like you, but she's softer."

"Do you think I have a bad temper?" Asked Elizabeth.

"No... No." Frankster's face froze again. "I mean, I'm glad that the suffering of life didn't make her depressed."

"So when are you going to meet her?"

"Just today. I'll wait for her on her way to work." Said frankster.

"Good." Elizabeth nodded.

"See you tomorrow." MEG stood at the door, waving to the girls and watching them go away.

"Do you think frankster will meet MIA today?" Irina stood behind MEG with a glass of milk and asked with a smile.

MEG turned, looked at the milk stains on her lips and nodded with a smile. "I guess he's not a patient guy."

"And you?" Irina licked her lips with a sort of charming smile.

"Me too." McGonagall closed the door and picked up Elena.

"I'm playing with you. I haven't finished my milk yet." Elena said angrily.

"It's OK. There will be plenty later."

……

On the long street, the two figures standing against the moonlight show some vigilance to the girls who are going to return to the dormitory.

Abelmia stopped and looked at the two figures, but her eyes lit up. However, her eyes fell on the tall figure, but she was a little frightened.

"Elizabeth?" Gina surprised, relieved of the alert.

"Elizabeth indeed!" They quickly confirmed who the girl next to them was.

But Barbara's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the man standing beside Elizabeth.

Familiar breath, in the far north front, she had seen this man.

Frankster, the ice dragon that brought great trouble to the Allied forces, was also Elizabeth's father.

Why is he in the city of chaos? Why block their way?

"Ladies and gentlemen, go back first. I want to be alone with Elizabeth for a while." Mia said aloud.

Although the women heard some doubts, they still said hello to Elizabeth one after another, and then went back to the dormitory and residence.

On the street, there were only three people left.

"Mia!" Elizabeth quickly steps forward, then embraces MIA in her arms.

On the front line of the ice field, when she was on the verge of death, she thought more about mia, her sister, the few people in the world who still care and love her.

"Sister." Abelmia also hugged her tightly. The yearning and worry of day and night finally got a perfect ending in this hug. My sister is OK, which is naturally the best.

Then her eyes fell on the tall figure. There were tears in her eyes. She said in a soft voice, "is he... He?"