A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Hutton's Royal Capital, Ikrit.

Cat Boss Restaurant.

According to the *Ikrit Gourmet Weekly*, this restaurant has a high rating, with many positive reviews from long-time customers.

Due to the quality of the food, there has always been a steady stream of loyal customers.

Occasionally, there are also strange reviews, such as, "There is sometimes a very beautiful gray-haired young lady in the store. Although she always wears braids and glasses, the more she does, the more people think that she is deliberately dressing herself plainly to avoid many troubles because she is too good-looking. She can really eat a lot."

Praline read the review.

He was standing behind the bar, holding a magazine in his hand.

Cat Boss Restaurant was not yet open for business today.

Praline originally wanted to understand the local residents' views on the restaurant, but he didn't expect to find such a strong sense of déjà vu in the paragraph.

"As expected of our princess, at least she has never lost in terms of beauty."

Antanas sat leisurely in front of the bar, unable to help but sigh.

"That's not right, Talia is extremely self-disciplined as a member of the royal family. In my impression, she always maintains the strictest dietary principles and cultivation habits, even abstaining from sweets. She was only willing to eat when I got a box of the highest-grade sweets."

Sinola still sat beside Antanas with her eyes closed, tilting her head in confusion.

Only the Second Princess, Iffatia, would be so lazy, always doing whatever she wanted, not at all like a princess.

Although the Eldest Princess had no talent, her dignity as a princess had always been impeccable. More importantly, the Second Princess had been attached to the Eldest Princess since she was a child, so no major demons attacked the Eldest Princess by making an issue of the Second Princess.

"Think about it, after the Second Princess came to the human kingdom, she became a noble and dignified duchess. If the Eldest Princess came, wouldn't she be even more charming? How could she possibly degenerate?"

Antanas responded.

"Indeed."

The siblings both agreed.

Even though their colleague, Chef Asina, had told them a little about her daily life with Talia.

But it sounded like Talia was just hidden in plain sight, seriously helping Asina taste the food, giving professional guidance, tasting a little and stopping, very elegant.

The three Great Demons chatted leisurely.

Suddenly, Antanas remembered something. She walked to the wall on the first floor of the restaurant.

She patted the quaint wooden wall and took out a paper bag from behind the counter.

"By the way, I feel like there's a big empty space in our restaurant. I happened to see a painting with a good vibe when I was shopping yesterday, so I bought it back. What do you think?"

Antanas took the frame out of the half-meter-high paper bag and hung it in the empty space.

It was a reproduction of a very popular art painting from the last couple of days.

The picture shows three human figures entangled together, with a distorted and abstract beauty.

Because this painting was vigorously promoted by many official media outlets of the Southern Continent Kingdom United Council, it immediately triggered a new trend of discussion in art circles of various countries, researching its connotative artistry.

Praline almost dropped the magazine in his hand when he saw it.

He tried his best to control his expression.

"Although I don't understand this painting, I don't know why I feel a strong sense of familiarity when I see it. I just think it's very interesting, so I bought it,"

Antanas explained.

She didn't know if her words were accurate, but she decided to buy it as soon as she saw it.

She had always felt that she had no talent for appreciation. Whenever she saw famous paintings that others said were great, she rarely had a heartfelt resonance. In short, she didn't understand them. But yesterday, when she saw this painting, not only did others praise it, but she herself felt inexplicably good about it. She even suspected that the artistic cells sleeping in her body had awakened.

"Coincidentally, I feel the same way."

Sinola looked at the painting for a while and also felt the sense of déjà vu that Antanas could only understand but not explain.

"Right, right!"

Antanas cheered excitedly.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Sinola was sure that Praline had the most artistic insight among the three of them.

"Ah? Oh, let's take this painting down first. I always feel that hanging it here may not necessarily fit the style of the restaurant."

Praline felt sweaty and squeezed out a slight smile as he persuaded.

He could only put it very euphemistically.

Praline could still fool Sinola and Antanas for the time being.

But he wasn't sure if the King and Hyperion Talia would be looking at this painting hanging in the Cat Boss Restaurant every day, and they'd all be sitting in jail together. Could he still perfectly pretend to be ignorant?

"Ah..."

Antanas immediately became very disappointed, looked at the painting, and was a little reluctant to take it down.

"Why don't we wait for Cat Boss to come back and let it judge?"

Sinola looked at Antanas' pitiful appearance and said to Praline.

"..."

Praline was speechless.

You want Cat Boss to evaluate this painting? Are you hoping for its death?

Just as Praline was about to think of another reasonable excuse to replace the painting without discouraging Antanas, the wind chimes of Cat Boss Restaurant rang.

A major feature of Cat Boss Restaurant is that the large area of the roof is beautifully curved, and the eaves extend far beyond the walls, and a string of wind chimes hangs under the deep eaves. Whenever a breeze blows or a customer visits, a pleasant bell sound will be heard.

It was obviously a non-business hour, and the wind chimes rang, which meant someone was back.

They looked towards the door.

"The three of you, we're back."

Hyperion, with a small black cat on her head, opened the door and walked in, greeting the three of them.

She smiled and winked at Antanas, as if to tell her that the agreement had been fulfilled.

The Great Demons all looked behind Hyperion.

Behind Hyperion, outside the door, Lanchi, who had just gotten out of the car in the distance, was pushing his suitcase slowly towards Cat Boss Restaurant, seemingly still arguing with a figure.

"I guarantee you'll be very surprised in a moment. You have one last chance to guess what I prepared for you."

"Heh, what surprise can you give me? Is it raspberry jam chocolate mousse?"

"No."

"Vanilla crème brûlée?"

"Neither."

"That's it? And you have the nerve to say you understand me?"

Talia was holding a large box of fried chicken legs drizzled with honey mustard sauce, the skin crispy and the meat tender, and she was gently putting a piece into her mouth from time to time, chewing as she retorted to Lanchi.

Accompanied by the sound of her voice, they finally walked into Cat Boss Restaurant.

Then, she saw the three Great Demons looking at her.

Talia's voice stopped abruptly for a moment, her eyes widened, and the chicken leg in her hand fell to the ground.

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Happy New Year!

(End of Chapter)