Eiffie wasn't defeated. She flicked her hair to the other side, and revealed a charming smile again. With her lips curling up, she said, "I heard that the side dishes that you made are as nice as your liquor."
"This is a rumor." Mag shook his head.
"Hmm?"
"The dishes that I made are much better than my liquor," Mag said confidently.
Eiffie stared at Mag, who had a confident smile on his face, with a frozen expression.
You are the boss of a tavern.
Eiffie smilingly asked, "I wonder if I will have the chance to try the dishes that you make?"
Mag flicked a glance at her, and also smilingly said, "Although you are pretty, don't harbor too pretty thoughts."
"…" Eiffie.
She wanted to hit someone.
I want to hit your chest with my little fists.
Until I break your ribs.
After ending an enjoyable conversation with the sexy and beautiful, Mag returned to his tavern happily.