Is Mr Mag making something delicious for himself secretly? Gina looked at that yellow mud parcel in front of Mag. Mag being alone in the kitchen so late at night indeed seemed very weird.
Mag turned around in surprise when he heard her voice and saw Gina in her school swimsuit. Although he didn't understand what she was talking about, he could guess from her expression. He pointed at the beggar's chicken, which was still unwrapped, with a smile and said, "I am roasting beggar's chicken."
"Beggar's chicken?" Gina repeated in an awkward tone.
"Gina, why don't you come and help me taste it." Mag waved at Gina and made an 'eating' gesture.
I can have some too? Gina's eyes lit up immediately. After tasting all the delicacies that Mag made for the past two days, Gina's reverence for Mag had reached the pinnacle. She had observed that Mag was trying to come up with something, and that seemed to be the final product.
