After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Scott stayed in the palace all day and didn't return until late at night.

Not a single light was on in Ivan's house, and Scott happened to know that Ivan and Eve were all Sheen's business.

There is no doubt that Sheen put all his soul into Eve's body and enjoyed himself in the presidential suite.

Scott thought Sheen really enjoyed himself...

and many more.

It’s been a long time since I last posted with Sister Eve~

So he packed some girls' clothes and sneaked into Eve's house where the lights were on.

If you want to post it, you have to use Stella’s identity!

-

It was early the next morning.

The Magic Tower. Eve's residence.

The facilities in Eve's residence are similar to those in Ivan's residence. The biggest difference is that the interior decoration style of Eve's residence is more fresh and elegant, and the attic on the top floor is just a presidential suite for enjoyment.

(The attic of Ivan's residence is the training room)

Downstairs living room.

Eve was wearing a white pajamas with a hint of pink on the upper body and loose pink silk pajamas on the lower body. Her long silver hair was loose and smooth like satin.

Stella tied her straight black hair into a ponytail. She wore a long white pajamas on the upper body and black autumn johns on the lower body.

Today is a day off, and the two of them hit it off and decided to be stay-at-home.

Sheen couldn't explain why: when he put all his consciousness into Eve's body, he found that his desire to cook was reduced.

But it doesn't matter, use magic~

Stella witnessed the orderly operation of various kitchen utensils in the kitchen. She really wanted to learn.

Eve curled up on the sofa, holding a strawberry bear pillow in her hand: "You want to learn?"

“Yeah.” Stella nodded hard.

Eve waved at Stella, who was sitting on the adjacent sofa, and said helplessly:

"Impossible. Cooking magic depends on the caster's cooking skills. If you are someone who has never been involved in cooking, I advise you not to use this kind of magic."

“Uh…” Stella was slightly speechless.

Breakfast was ready soon and the two of them enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast happily.

-

The two sat on the sofa, and Stella used magic to make a pot of fragrant tea.

This is also the only thing Stella can do with magic: after eating the meal made by magic, you have to treat someone in return, right?

After the tea is brewed, magic controls the teapot to pour tea into the fresh and elegant white porcelain teacup. After the tea comes out, the whole living room is filled with a faint rose scent.

Then two cups of tea and a tea tray slowly floated in front of them. Eve picked them up gently with her beautiful hands, brushed her hair, lowered her head slightly, blew on the fragrant tea, and took a sip when the temperature was right.

Hmm. Rich aroma, fresh taste, clear soup.

Eve couldn't help but take another sip, thinking:

"Stella is not good at cooking, but her tea-making skills are definitely better than mine."

"Well, this tea is delicious."

Stella also held the fragrant tea and explained to Eve:

“Hehe, this is the golden rose tea produced by my flower tea industry. I am the only industry in the entire empire that produces this kind of tea.

"Due to climate and planting conditions, the yield of this tea is small and it is difficult to buy in the market."

It's hard for Eve (the reader) not to think of the premise: the fake saint of Haines likes to drink this tea very much, but it's hard to buy. Naturally, she will be furious when there is no golden rose tea to drink.

Now tell me, only Stella's flower tea business has this kind of tea.

"This setting is wonderful, wonderful~"

Eve felt the tea in her hands smelled good. She held the cup in both hands and said happily:

"Stella, what did you do yesterday? I remember you came to see me in the early morning."

"I went to the palace,"

Stella was quite helpless when she said this.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me about the northern border, and after I told him, he wanted to go on the expedition himself."

? ?

Eve's beautiful red eyes were full of question marks.

Although she didn't spray the tea out of consideration for her body image, some of the tea spilled out of her hand, indicating that she was no longer able to handle Stella's words.

I can understand the individual words, but not when they are put together.

As she was wondering, the timer in the kitchen rang.

Eve stood up and went into the kitchen, took out the freshly baked cookies, and carefully placed them on a white porcelain plate with silver patterns. Then she sat back next to Stella:

"What do you think? His Royal Highness is planning to go to war... or is it the northern battlefield as we agreed on?"

"Yeah. Yes."

Stella smelled the aroma of the cranberry cookies Eve brought out. She couldn't wait to stand up and grab a piece with her hand. Then she sat cross-legged on the sofa and ate while complaining.

"The Crown Prince is a stubborn person. I have advised him for a long time, but he still wants to go to the battle himself."

She took another sip of the fragrant tea:

"I have tried my best to hint to him that 'the battlefield is currently lacking in magical talents, and he, who has no magic power, can only be cannon fodder' - I really tried my best."

Eve also took the cookie and ate it. After listening to Stella's words, she nodded her pretty head:

"Everett is good in every way, except that he is a little stubborn."

The reader has come into contact with Everett in the identity of Sheen, and he certainly knows the temper of the crown prince: refusal is certainly impossible, and Everett is always useful.

"It doesn't matter. He can be the commander on the battlefield. Moreover, he is the most noble person besides the emperor. If we can use this, the speed of the Seven Undisputables gathering will only be faster."

Stella: "That's right... Well, this cookie is delicious."

Eve: "It has cranberries in it. Eat more if you like."

The people in charge of cooking thought that the food they cooked today was delicious, but Eve did not forget to find a reasonable excuse:

"This is my first time using magic to cook something. I didn't expect it to be successful in one try. The heat was just right."

Oh, of course it wasn’t the first time—but the first time I made tea was for Stella.

Even though Stella now knows that he is Sean, Sean did not let Scott know that the afternoon tea was his...

The reader is afraid that Stella is unbalanced.

Stella thought of what Eve (Sheen) said, "Cooking magic is based on the caster's own cooking skills," and commented:

"Then you have a great talent for cooking."

"Yuye screamed inwardly: God damn it, why did I become a kitchen killer when I cook? Why is the protagonist I wrote such an excellent cook?!"

Eve lied calmly:

"I worked as a child laborer in a restaurant to make ends meet when I was wandering around. I learned it."

After saying this, she glanced at the system (reader's end, Yuan Xien) floating behind her. The system's eyes were very resentful.

Jiaming had no choice: I'm really sorry, but I can't let Stella find out that I'm not from this world QAQ.

Stella nodded: “Is that so.”

"I'm sorry, baby Sheen, I shouldn't have written you so badly!"

Just as the two of them looked at each other and felt that the other was "pitiful", a murderous aura came over them:

boom!

Eric kicked the door to the ground with a loud noise, as a long leg suddenly kicked forward.

“Stella——!”