The restaurant would open soon. Mag decided to use eggplant with garlic sauce to compete with other restaurants, but he needed to conduct many experiments to determine the amount of ingredients and seasonings needed for the dish.

  This dish was undoubtedly a new challenge for Mag because he didn’t have the experience and recipe of the master chefs this time. He not only needed patience, but also had to use his understanding of cooking so far to make the dish to his satisfaction.

  He put away the pen and paper and walked towards the kitchen door. Firis hadn’t brought out a beef kebab for him to try. He was a little curious about her study progress.

  It seems that her talent in cooking doesn’t include kebabs, Mag thought. He stood at the door, smiling at Firis standing nervously in front of the grill.

  Her smooth forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, her eyes fixed on the kebab on the grill. She held the kebab in a stiff hand as if she were holding a bomb that would explode at any moment.

  The failed kebabs were piled up on a plate beside her. Some of them were burnt black as charcoal, some of the bamboo sticks were burnt, and some were half cooked. There was not even one beef kebab that looked edible.

  Mag took a look at the charred beef kebab in Firis’s hand, and walked into the kitchen. He looked at the frustrated Firis with a smile, and said, “I used to burn them like you.”


  Firis turned around and looked at Mag in disbelief. “But you’re a genius chef!”


  “No, actually I’m not. I’m just luckier and more diligent than others.” Of course, the main reason is that I’m lucky, Mag thought to himself.

  Confidence returned to Firis’s eyes.

  Mag dumped the failed kebabs on the plate into the garbage can, cleaned up the stove, and smiled at Firis. “Your training today is over. You will start work the day after tomorrow. You will be responsible for all the cutting work. Practice in the restaurant in your spare time. If you have something to do tonight, you can go ahead and leave after dinner, or you can stay here if you want.”


  “I’d like to watch you cook if you don’t mind.” Firis looked at Mag with bright eyes. Maybe she used to worship only her princess, but now she worshiped one more person.

  Mag nodded. “Sure. I’ll find you a place to stay tonight.” He was happy that Firis was studious. He hoped that she could grow into an excellent cook as soon as possible, because then she could do more kitchen work for him.

  Mag had decided to change the dorm where his employees now lived to four bedrooms. Their house was large enough for two more rooms.

  “How do you want your room decorated?” Mag asked suddenly, looking at Firis, who was cleaning up the kitchen.

  The girl didn’t understand. “My room?”


  “Yes. Your room. You can live with other employees in a big house,” Mag explained. “How do you want it decorated?” He had given up on guessing what a woman liked because of what had happened before.

  Firis felt warm inside. No one had ever cared about her or considered what she wanted except for the princess. Now she met Mag, who taught her to cook and offered her a place to stay. Her heart was pounding as she looked at his kind smile. “I…… I like it simple. I don’t need it to be fancy.”


  She lowered her head and stole a glance at Mag. “Am I asking too much?”


  “No, of course not,” Mag said, smiling. “You’re asking too little, actually.” She was too shy, but a simple room would save him a lot of money.

  “System!” Mag called out.

  He haggled with the system and bought a room for Firis for 30,000 copper coins, including decoration and furniture.

  “Father!” Amy said as soon as she stepped into the door. “My friends’ parents are going to the parent-teacher meeting. Will you go there too?”


  Mag was surprised. “Parent-teacher meeting?” He looked at his daughter with her school bag on her back. Krassu and Urien came to his house every day, and they only had one student. Did they really need to hold a parent-teacher meeting?

  Amy nodded. “Yes. Daphne told me about that after school. Everyone’s parents will be there. You’ll be there too, right?” She looked up at Mag expectantly with her big blue eyes.

  Now he understood. The parent-teacher meeting was held by the Chaos School. Krassu had never notified him of this meeting, and although Amy went to the Chaos School every day, she had no classmates studying with her, so it would be really strange for him to attend that meeting.

  Yet he couldn’t turn his little girl down, not when she was looking at him like that. He stroked her head with a smile. “Of course I will. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”


  “Thank you, Father!” Amy jumped up and down with excitement, swinging Mag’s arm back and forth happily. “You’re the best!”


  Firis smiled as she looked at them. She felt envious and happy all at once for the loving father and daughter.

  “There is one problem, though,” Amy said. Her excitement had given way to sadness. “Daphne says two parents should both attend.”


  “I see,” Mag said, thoughtful. Then his face lit up. “What about we find someone to pose as your mother?”


  They both looked to Firis.

  The female elf froze for an instant before understanding what was going on. She could hear her heart thumping in her chest. She had promised to babysit Mag’s daughter, but she never signed up for this.

  Yet Amy was so adorable and Mag had raised her up all by himself. Her heart went out to him. Amy will be isolated by her classmates if her mother won’t show, Firis thought. Posing as her mother…… it’s not that difficult. I can do it.

  “No,” Amy said, shaking her head. “Big Sister Bean Sprout’s breasts are too small.”


  Mag nodded his agreement. “And she’s too young to be your mother.”
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  Firis: “.……”