Chapter 162 (1/2)

Alice was sitting on a chair wearing a small skirt at home, knocking the table with a certain frequency with a knife and fork, her calf dangling.

This appearance is simply a child, it seems that there is no education, a completely casual attitude towards life.

On the other hand, Shirley next to her seemed much quieter, elegant, dignified, and polite.

Shirley watched Alice quietly and yelled and didn't know what to say.

Merlin was wearing an apron, with blue veins beating on her forehead twice, glanced at Alice who was waiting to be fed, and thought

This washboard brave is really hateful, are you used to calling me?

Lao Tzu doesn't owe her anymore, so she keeps yelling, it's her turn to cook, right!

It seems that I have to beat Alice a bit later, in case this washboard brave gets into the habit of opening his mouth with meals...

Merlin retracted his gaze and turned the pan severely.

”Don't be like this, Miss Alice, you will interfere with Mr. Merlin...” Shirley peeked at Merlin's angry eyes and couldn't help reminding Alice.

”It's okay, this will urge him to cook faster.” Alice said unceremoniously.

”But... but you have to look like a lady when you eat...” Shirley whispered.

”Shirley, relax and treat this as your home. Merlin is actually my male servant. You can call him at will.” Alice said with a little cheek.

”Go away!” Merlin heard it and cursed Alice directly in the kitchen.

”No, no, no, how could this be...” Shirley said shiveringly, thinking that Merlin seemed to be stronger than his father, how could such a strong man be used casually?

”It's true that Merlin cooks super delicious food. If you can eat it, you will definitely like it.” Alice said confidently.

”Really...” Shirley raised her head curiously and sniffed, and she was surprised, ”This scent is...”

Alice followed and sniffed it carefully, and her eyes were filled with small stars, ”It's meat! Meat! Meaty!”

”It's meat...” Shirley showed a somewhat difficult expression.

”What's wrong? Is the meat bad?” Alice asked suspiciously.

”It's not bad, but we can't eat. This is disrespectful to God.” Shirley whispered.

Alice thought of different cultures and respected each other's customs, so she said loudly, ”Merlin, Shirley doesn't eat meat.”

”Don't eat meat?” Merlin turned his head, looked at Shirley, and said suddenly, ”So that's it, Miss Shirley is an orthodox elf, I see...”

”Then you get Shirley's dinner alone?” Alice said seriously, her tone a bit high.

”You cheeky guy...” Merlin's forehead was violently blue, and he pointed at Alice with a rice shovel and said viciously, ”Speak with me, or you will only have half of your meat!”

”Goo...” Alice let out a small animal-like cry from her throat, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes seemed saturated with tears.

Merlin, the villain!

He even threatened me with dinner.

Devil!The big devil with super bad eyes!

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”Ms. Shirley, as a guest, I will definitely not make people hungry in etiquette.”

Merlin in an apron turned around and kept flipping the pan.

”You dare to be polite with me, half of your meat is on my plate!”

”Asshole Merlin, you will bully...” Alice couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Shirley looked at the busy Merlin in the kitchen, thinking that such a powerful person would actually cook by herself.

Don't normal people live a life of blouses to stretch out their hands and open their mouths?At least this kind of thing is left to the maid, it’s really strange...

But this kind of detached powerhouse is actually a husband who can put on an apron and cook at home. The contrast is so strong.

Shirley feels that the contrast of this kind of warm-hearted man at home is a bit cute and attractive.

”Damn Merlin, I have to step on high heels on his face sooner or later...” Alice said indignantly, holding back her tears abruptly.

Shirley looked at Alice and couldn't help but said awkwardly, ”Miss Alice, don't be angry, Mr. Merlin is joking.”

”No, he's not kidding, he's such a wicked guy...” Alice said angrily, her eyes still red.

”This...” A drop of cold sweat dripped on Shirley's forehead, not knowing what to say.

”But Shirley, why can't you eat meat? I've seen elves eat meat.” Alice remembered the elves traveling merchants she had met before, and they were rude to eat jerky.