Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

The sweating Camilla was paralyzed on the bed, her eyes were still shining with tears, her face was red, and her eyes were looking at MEG bitterly. She just felt that her strength was drained.

I didn't expect that this guy used such a perverse and down-to-earth method - tickle!

"Good." MEG reached out to help Camilla untie the rope around her head, lifted her orchid finger, squeezed the ball out of her mouth, "now you can swear."

"I, Camilla Bartoli, swear by the ancestor of the vampire race that from today on, I will submit to MEG for a year, never disobey or resist." Said Camilla, biting her teeth. Her mouth moved and she wanted to cry.

"Remember your oath, from today on, work hard, don't disturb me again, I already have a daughter." McGonagall nodded contentedly, helped Camilla turn over, untied the handcuffs that bound her hands, and then took off the collar around her neck.

"Now, you can go." MEG stepped back and looked at Camilla lying on the bed.

As a normal man, in the face of such a unable to move, unable to resist the mature imperial sister, it seems that we should do something.

But he is such an unusual beautiful man, taking advantage of others' danger, not by a gentleman.

Although this danger is caused by him.

In the remote wind forest border, there is a woman who is fighting for the future and freedom of the elves. How can he plant grass on her head.

That's the valiant existence of a level 10 strong man who can smash a bench!

Despite all this, McGonagall has already passed the stage of being controlled by his lower body.

So he looked at Camilla, who was still motionless in bed, and urged, "why don't you go?"

"Can't move..." Camilla's voice rang out. Although the magic had recovered after the collar was untied, she didn't have any strength. Even if she wanted to leave this shameful place immediately, her body would not allow her to do so.

"Where is your home?" MEG frowned.

"Endless waters."

McGonagall thought about it, and it seemed to be all right.

"Then I can't take you home. I'll sleep here tonight and go to work tomorrow." McGonagall said casually.

"I... I will never share the same bed with you." Camilla's eyes widened. Did this guy go back!

"I don't want to sleep with someone who's sweating all over." MEG rolled his eyes.

Camilla breathed a sigh of relief. Although her sweat made her feel a little uncomfortable, the bed under her was so comfortable. She felt like she was going to sink in. It was soft and super warm. If she could sleep here tonight, it would be

"You sleep on the floor." MEG spread the quilt on the floor and made a floor beside the bed. Then he picked up the stunned Camilla and put it on the floor. He pulled the quilt over her and nodded with satisfaction. "It's very good."

"You... You can't find a girlfriend like this..." Camilla complained. This guy let her sleep on the ground, while he slept on the bed.

"Ha ha, I have a daughter." McGonagall scoffed. "Besides, the girls who line up every day to be my girlfriend can make a circle around the city of chaos."

When Camilla chokes, McGonagall is not bragging

"The night attack is a headache." McGonagall looked at the wet sheets and sighed. He had to change a new set of sheets and quilt covers. By the way, he put the three all-round photo stones away. He looked at Camilla wrapped like a rice dumpling and said with a smile, "good night." Then he snapped off the light.

Soon McGonagall's steady breathing came.

Originally nervous, Camilla was relieved to hear McGonagall's steady breathing. It seemed that McGonagall had no other intention for her, but soon she was a little annoyed and thought, "why! Does this guy have no feelings for me? Am I really not a charming woman? "

Although she was in a mess of thoughts and was sleeping in a man's room, covered with his quilt, her tiredness kept pouring in, which made Camilla fall asleep quickly.

As soon as McGonagall closed his eyes, he opened the kitchen god testing ground.

If Camilla didn't want to destabilize her ancestor's coffin, she wouldn't try to hurt him.

Because of Camilla's sudden night attack, MEG has wasted a lot of time. In order to prevent him from waking up the next day, he has to enter as soon as possible.

As soon as you enter the kitchen, a strong pungent smell is coming. On the seasoning rack, there are a few more open seasonings. Before cooking, you begin to feel crazy.

It's not easy to cook hotpot seasonings, especially a spicy and mellow soup pot. There are more than ten kinds of spices and seasonings alone. It also needs precise ingredients and skilled cooking skills to make a pot of red soup that people can't stop eating.

Soup pot, the most important thing is that pot of soup.

This soup is not clear water. It has to be a thick beef soup that has been boiled for more than ten hours. The soup is fragrant and mellow.

A large piece of butter is slowly boiled in the pot. Pour the chopped bean paste into the pot and boil it into a pot of red sauce oil. Sprinkle a handful of Chinese prickly ash. The spicy flavor will bloom naturally. Pour in the cooked beef soup, and then add spices and seasonings such as red pepper and ginger in turn to make a pot of fragrant red soup.

As for the soup pot, it is much simpler. The health preservation of soup is not the same as the lack of water. It also needs a pot of bone soup to release the taste of the ingredients.

After replaying the steps several times in his mind, MEG began to cook the soup pot.

"The soup is weak, it's a failure!"

"Pepper stir fry two seconds, failure!"

"Too low spicy, failure!"

"Failure..."

McGonagall, like a cold killer, calmly accepts the failure determined by the system, and then pours pot after pot of failed red soup into the waste water pool.

I don't feel heartache at all if I don't spend money.

……

The next morning, when the alarm went off, MEG opened his eyes almost at the same time.

Camilla also opened her eyes.

She had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was caught by MEG, imprisoned with strange instruments, and tickled him with a feather.

Then he saw a hand over his head, grabbed a strange looking thing that was screaming, and pressed it hard.

The tinkle stopped for a moment, and then her eyes turned to Meg's face sticking out of bed.

"Ah

Camilla let out a exclamation, it's not a dream!

"Good morning, father..." just then, the door of the room was pushed open, and Amy jumped in happily.