MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 2482 My Norma just starved to death...

Norma's expression was completely dazed, and even the hand that was attached to McGonagall's chest had forgotten to take it back.

"Anything?" McGonagall asked coldly.

Norma retracted her hand like an electric shock, and quickly covered her face, but she showed her eyes between her fingers, and said angrily: "You... why don't you wear clothes!"

"I was about to take a bath, and when I heard someone ring the doorbell, I thought it was Butler Bossang." McGonagall said, of course, "And, I was wearing clothes."

Norma's gaze shifted slightly. McGonagall was indeed wearing clothes, but the clothes were completely open, revealing a strong chest and eight-pack abdominal muscles. The lines and outlines like a knife were full of visual impact.

Unlike those greasy youths who simply want to explode their muscles, Hades's muscles don't look so exaggerated, restrained and full of power, undressed and thinly dressed, it is him.

So Norma did not expect that McGonagall, who looked a little thin, had such excellent muscle lines.

But after a little reflection, it seems that you can find clues from the show. Can a man who can carry a dozen kilograms of iron rods continuously beaten more than 20,000 times, can it be a firewood stick?

"Have you seen enough?" McGonagall asked as he buttoned up.

Norma's throat rolled, and she swallowed unconsciously. Hearing the words, she immediately resembled a blasted lion cub, angrily said: "According to McCarthy Manor's employee regulations, all employees must dress appropriately in the manor! You just came here. The manor violated the rules on the first day!"

"The dormitory is an employee's private space, and it is not within the scope of the need to dress appropriately. This is clearly stipulated in the employee code. Are you in a uniform in the bedroom?" McGonagall smiled, not at all shocked.

"Who said that, I...I am going to change the Employee Code now!" Norma is a little embarrassed. Of course she can't understand what the Employee Code is written in. She just vaguely knows this one, just want to fool the first job. Hades of the day.

"Please, I'm going to take a bath, please come back." McGonagall looked cold, ready to close the door.

Norma felt humiliated. No man had ever dared to refuse him again and again, and he was just an employee and a cook.

"I'm hungry, aren't you a special chef? I want you to cook me a lunch!" Norma ordered.

"My contract will officially take effect tomorrow, so today I am not obligated to provide services for you." McGonagall shook his head slightly, and then on the verge of Norma's outbreak, said again: "But I'm going to make lunch for myself in a moment, so I can give it to you by the way. You make one."

"By the way?" Norma wrinkled her brows, feeling that she had never been so perfunctory by her servants in her life. This feeling... so special!

"Hmph, then I'll go to the restaurant and wait for you!" Norma turned to leave.

"I don't go to the back kitchen to cook. I want to cook a little bit of food in the dormitory. If you want to eat, just come in." McGonagall turned and entered the room.

"Eating in the dormitory?" Norma was taken aback, but looked at the open door, hesitated and gritted her teeth and walked in.

What are you afraid of? This is McCarthy Manor. Could this guy dare not do anything to her?

This is Norma’s first time to enter the staff dormitory. The first feeling is crowded. All the spaces that should be separated are all packed in small rooms. The sofa is even single, and the kitchen can only stand for one person. It's too small.

"Sit for a while by yourself, I'll take a shower, and then cook later." McGonagall first cooked the rice in the rice cooker, walked towards the bathroom with a set of clothes, and said familiarly.

Norma opened her mouth and looked at the slowly closing bathroom door. This guy actually left her alone to take a bath!

The vague bathroom glass door, the sound of water came out clearly, and the weird atmosphere made Norma's face flushed and a little fidgety.

It was the first time for her to wait for a man to come out and cook for her.

She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have come in, as if she had accidentally fallen into his trap.

But now she doesn't want to go, so she just left. Doesn't it seem that she is scared?

The fuzzy glass door outlines a fuzzy figure, reminiscent of the scene seen at the door earlier, Norma's brain can't help but start to replenish the water flowing down his solid chest, dripping through the washboard-like abdominal muscles. Further down...

Patter.

The bathroom door opened and McGonagall came out in a refreshing shirt, with a towel around his neck, wiping his wet hair, and then confronted Norma, who was flushed.

There is a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air, and the atmosphere is a bit ambiguous.

Norma, who was facing the bathroom door, was shocked and quickly moved her eyes away, explaining: "I...I didn't watch...I...I just thought about things."

Then you blush a bubble teapot?

McGonagall ignored her, threw the towels and clothes into the washing machine, and walked straight to the kitchen area.

Speaking of a kitchen, it should be more accurately an open single-person operating table, single stove, vegetable cutting table and vegetable washing table are very mini, suitable for one or two people to open a small stove at home.

McGonagall took an apron and tied it, opened the refrigerator and took out a few ingredients, beef, eggs, green onions, garlic, tomatoes, judging from the freshness, it should have been put in the refrigerator just in the morning. Enough.

The freshly cooked rice has distinct grains and no excess water on the surface, which fully meets the standards for making fried rice.

McGonagall began to process the ingredients and cook.

The blush on Norma's face hadn't disappeared, and she sat down on the sofa, turned on the bracelet and scanned the webpage, but she was secretly looking at McGonagall.

His figure is straight and straight, his profile is sharp and angular, and the corners of his mouth seem to rise slightly at any time, which makes people feel close, and he seems to be laughing at something.

The chefs in McCarthy Manor are mostly middle-aged uncles. There are also many grandpas and chefs who can be selected. They are all experienced chefs. How can there be such a young and handsome chef.

"Humph! No matter what he does, I will never take a bite! I want him to know the sinister world!" Norma thought in her heart, already thinking about her lines.

Dice beef, add spices and stir-fry out of the pan. Mix the rice and eggs and stir-fry, gradually blending, then add the beef and stir-fry together, and finally sprinkle with a handful of green onions and stir-fry out of the pan.

Then cook another pot of tomato and egg soup.

Two plates of beef and egg fried rice, two bowls of tomato and egg soup, two spoons, a simple lunch is complete.

"Eat."

McGonagall put the fried rice and soup on the table and said to Norma.

"This is the lunch you prepared for this lady? It's so simple... gurgle." Norma sat down at the table and said disgustingly. Before she could finish her words, a strong scent puffed her nose and she couldn't help it. After swallowing, even the conversation was interrupted.

"It smells so good..."

Norma looked at the fried rice in front of him in an incredible way.