Chapter 2047: I Want To Hit Your Chest With My Little Fists

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.