Chapter 42: Almost took a photo with my resident ID card
"Humph, evil demon, why do you come back so late every day?"

Phoenix squinted her eyes, just like a real cat.

The light green pupils stood up and his eyes flashed with a hint of inquiry.

My nose twitched, but I didn't smell anything strange.

"But today, there is no taste."

"Eat yours. Isabel's cooking is so delicious, but it can't stop you from eating."

Droste hit her on the head with his hand, causing her to scream in pain and almost cry.

"What are you doing..."

Phoenix felt aggrieved and pouted.

Droste ignored her, sat down and looked at the delicious dishes in front of him.

This is an exquisite roasted mushroom, sprinkled with rosemary and pepper. As time goes by, the moisture of the mushroom is gradually roasted, the surface becomes slightly browned, and it exudes a rich aroma.

The aroma of garlic and mushrooms intertwined together, filling the entire small restaurant, making people salivate.

"Ms. Isabel's cooking skills are getting better and better. This roasted mushroom smells so delicious."

Droste took a bite and was overwhelmed by the delicious taste that exploded in his mouth.

"As long as the shop owner likes it."

Mrs. Isabel supported her fair chin, gently placed her slender hand on her cheek, and looked at Droste with her peach blossom eyes.

The tenderness in her eyes is touching.

"Hmph... Miss Isabel may have been waiting for you for a long time and only came back now."

Phoenix took a bite of the tomato fish fillet made by Mrs. Isabel. The sour and sweet taste was mouth-watering.

She squinted her eyes and muttered something again.

"Oh, is that so... I'm so sorry, Miss Isabel."

Droste scratched his head and smiled apologetically.

"I really forgot the time while studying at school. I will come back earlier next time."

It’s really learning!
Droste gave himself an affirmation.

"It's okay, but the little shop owner is so busy just after school. How will I collect the rent when the time comes?" Mrs. Isabel smiled and waved her hand, blinking her peach blossom eyes. "And when my dessert shop opens..."

"Ah, the decoration is done so quickly. Congratulations to Miss Isabel. Oh no, congratulations to Mr. Isabel, the store manager."

"The shop owner is really humorous. The opening time is expected to be Saturday or Sunday. Is the shop owner free to come?"

Mrs. Isabel stood up and stretched her waist, revealing a stunning curve.

"Of course I will. When the time comes, prepare a gift for Miss Isabel." Droste's eyes moved around Mrs. Isabel's actions, his eyes sincere and warm.

Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Mrs. Isabel put on an apron and began to clear the table. When she heard this, she felt warm in her heart.

The little shop owner is so gentle. He came to Monk City alone. Who knows how hard it is to be alone here?
Not only did he reduce a lot of rent for me, but he was also so gentle to me.

Actually…it’s totally okay even if the shop owner isn’t gentle to me.

After all... the issue of rent always stumps most people, or elves.

The economic development of the elves is actually not as good as that of humans. Human handicrafts are developed enough, and they are gradually beginning to develop heavy industry.

The elves are free and undisciplined, and do not worry about daily necessities. They also do not understand the hardworking nature of the human species, or in other words, greed.

Greed drives humans to pursue better development and a more comfortable environment, and also creates a more hierarchical pyramid structure.

Mrs. Isabel was clearing away the dishes, lost in thought for a moment.

If at the beginning, you had met not a small shop owner, but other bad landlords.

I might end up sleeping on the streets.

In other words, it means paying a greater price, such as a loan of money, or more of one's own body.

Maybe he would hold up his resident ID card in his hand at the beginning and take a sinful photo naked.

Her eyes were blank, and happiness no longer existed on her face. Heavy debts, or other debts, would surely destroy her. Thinking of this, Mrs. Isabel couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Those scenes, which could make the simple and harmless elf lady tremble with fear just by imagining them, made Mrs. Isabel even more grateful to Droste.

Thanks to the shop owner... I hope he will like today's gift...

Mrs. Isabel closed her plump legs without any gaps. She felt a strange sensation on her thighs and couldn't help blushing.

Pursing her lips, Mrs. Isabel continued to clean up the dishes.

"What's wrong? Miss Isabel, are you overheated? Why is your face so red?"

Phoenix looked at Mrs. Isabel's rosy little face and asked curiously.

Droste was also a little curious and patted Phoenix on the back: "Don't worry about the little brat. Go sit on the sofa and have a rest."

"you!"

Phoenix raised her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue.

"What's the matter, Miss Isabel? Is it hot?"

Droster asked with a smile as he helped Mrs. Isabel clear the dishes to the kitchen.

"Yeah... a little sweaty."

Mrs. Isabel didn't look up, she held the dishes in both hands, and her heart beat faster.

The light fragrance of the shopkeeper, like cool mint in summer, made Mrs. Isabel's mind clear and even more intoxicated.

"That's it, okay."

Droste responded, reaching for the chopsticks.

Inadvertently, Mrs. Isabel's fingers gently touched Droste's hand.

The touch is as soft as jade.

"Well……"

Mrs. Isabel's heart was beating faster and the evil images in her mind were replaced by beautiful ones at this touch.

My heart suddenly trembled and my body shook.

At the moment of deepest affection, this unintentional action was an intense stimulation to Mrs. Isabel.

Isabel stood there for a while holding the bowl and chopsticks, tightly tensing her waist and legs.

Under the black slim trousers, the feet in the shoes are curled up, and the small toes are round and compact, neatly arranged together.

"Huh? What's wrong, Miss Isabel?" Looking at Mrs. Isabel's blushing face, Droste asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing..."

Mrs. Isabel walked quickly to the kitchen. There was a slight blush on her pointed ears, which could not be seen unless you looked carefully.

Looking at Mrs. Isabel's charming figure as she finished packing and walked into the kitchen.

Droste was a little excited to see whether Mrs. Isabel had prepared any charming gifts.

Drost looked down slightly and felt a little strange again.

Why is Mrs. Isabel wearing trousers today?

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