Mag returned to the study room in the end. He lay on the hard floor, thought for a while, got up, locked the door, and closed his eyes peacefully to enter the test field for the God of Cookery.

  There were many recipes he had to learn tonight, so he had to make good use of the time so that the restaurant’s operation on the next morning would not be affected.

  As a restaurant owner with ethics, he had to operate tomorrow since he had already ditched his customers for two days. Otherwise, he would be letting his money box down.

  Of course, there was still another important reason—he had to quickly make the octopus series popular so that he could work on the subsequent things.

  As Mag thought, a white light flashed, and Mag had already stepped into the test field for the God of Cookery.

  However, it was not the familiar kitchen that appeared, but the octopus monster, with those familiar tentacles, familiar eyeballs, and familiar growl…


  And Mag only had Fat Head Fish in his hands.

  “F*ck…”


  Before Mag could say anything else, the octopus monster had already pounced over with its waving tentacles.

  ***

  “Whom is he guarding against?” Irina turned the doorknob, but it would not budge. She looked at the tightly shut door, and stomped her feet with frustration before turning to go back to the master bedroom.

  ***

  Mag had successfully gained immunity to all tentacles and anything trypophobic in this night. He even felt that the thunder strike had increased his mental capacity.

  Therefore, he had some new understandings of the so-called God of Cookery.

  “System, f*ck you!”


  Mag opened his eyes as he cursed.

  “Host, I am grinding your willpower…” the System said with grievance.

  “Still, f*ck you!”


  “???”


  The System typed out three question marks slowly.

  凸(艹皿艹)

  Mag stuck out his middle finger and rolled up.

  Although he was exhausted from battling the octopus monster in the test field for the God of Cookery, the moment he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed, as though he had a great sleep.

  He glanced at the alarm clock on the study table. It was just nice: 6 am.

  “Just in time for breakfast.” Mag changed into his chef’s suit, and after washing up, he went downstairs and started to cook a large pot of porridge. He would be providing breakfast for the cleaners once again from today onwards. After that, he prepared Irina’s breakfast.

  She would not be having breakfast with everyone else from today onwards, so Mag would have to prepare breakfast with love for her so that she could eat first.

  As for how lunch and dinner would be settled, he was still uncertain how Irina would want it planned.

  The steak was cooking in the pan, and the broccoli was boiling in the pot of water. This was requested by Irina last night.

  “Seems like you slept well last night?” Irina walked down the stairs, and leaned against the doorframe as she watched Mag busying around in the kitchen. There was a hint of grudge in her smile.

  “Mm-hm, it was alright.” Mag nodded without realizing the abnormality in her expression.

  “Hmph.” Irina snorted.

  Mag turned back with bewilderment, and looked at Irina, who appeared to have resentment. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”


  “No, I slept super well.” Irina looked at him, and appeared to be as poised as she always was. She would never tell him that she was unable to sleep last night. That would be too embarrassing.

  “Give me a while. The steak will be done immediately. Do you want a cup of warm milk?” Mag asked with a smile.

  “Alright.” Irina nodded. She did not leave. Instead, she stood by the door, and continued watching Mag fry the steak and warm the milk.

  It might be very difficult for an outsider to imagine that this man who attracted a thunder strike to strike the devil actually got up early in the morning to make breakfast for her. His gentleness made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

  The milk and steak were brought out in no time at all.

  The steak, which was wafting with fragrance, was already cut into bite-sized pieces. However, it was still pieced nicely on the plate as a whole. A few stalks of broccoli and cherry tomato halves decorated the plate, and the milk was steaming, but had the perfect temperature to drink.

  “Enjoy your meal.” Mag smiled as he pulled open her chair.

  “Thank you.” Irina tiptoed and planted a kiss on his lips. After that, she took a seat on the chair as her cheeks blushed quickly. However, she still picked up her silverware to eat elegantly.

  Mag licked his lips. He watched Irina eat her breakfast with her head lowered as he reminisced the electrifying kiss just now. He smiled.

  What a wonderful feeling. Was this the feeling of love? It made one dance with joy even though it was just a light peck.

  “I need to leave.” When Irina was done with the steak and milk, she stood up and stuck out her pink tongue to lick away the milk at the corner of her mouth.

  “Should I leave some food for you for lunch?” Mag, who was busying himself in the kitchen, walked out.

  “It’s alright. I’ll settle it myself.” Irina smiled mysteriously.

  Mag did not understand, and did not probe. He simply pulled out a tissue, and helped her wipe off the remaining milk stains.

  “Shouldn’t you lick it off for me at a point like this?” Irina asked with a smile as she looked at the face close to hers.

  Mag’s hand, which was holding on to the tissue, paused in midair. He looked at the corner of her lips, which were already clean, and suddenly felt that he really had become a gentleman.

  “Just teasing you.” Irina smiled. She turned to walk towards the door, and as a golden light shone under her feet, she disappeared from the restaurant.

  “It’s… It’s pretty fun…” Mag laughed. He did not expect that there would be a day when he would actually be led by a woman. That was actually pretty fun. It was a very different experience.

  Not long after Irina left, Firis arrived at the restaurant.

  “Boss, did the princess really not come back to the restaurant to sleep last night?” Firis looked at Mag nervously.

  “Yes.” Mag nodded. He felt a little sorry, but since Irina did not come clean with Firis, he would not let the cat out of the bag.

  “Alright. It looks like she really left with Alex.” Firis was a little down. The princess left just like that… without even saying anything to her. She did not even know where to look for her. How would she serve her in the future?

  “Perhaps she’s still in Chaos City. After all, all of you are still here,” Mag said with a smile. The Night Elves’ matter just started. Irina would never leave them behind. After all, the Wind Forest was still watching them.

  “That’s true!” Firis’s eyes lit up. “In that case, I’ll go back to check if she’s back once I end work.”


  Camilla and the others started arriving successively as well.

  Connie had also arrived. She came to bid everyone farewell.

  After all, she was the chief of the Falk Tribe. Even if she was not really doing anything, she still had to go back to be around.

  However, Auster’s arm was severed by the octopus monster, and his strength had decreased significantly. After returning, he would probably stay quiet for a while, and that would reduce many problems for Connie.

  “There’s no need to be upset, friends, the peace talks will be in another seven days. I will be back again.” Connie waved her hand, took the roujiamo Mag prepared for her, and left.