Father, Just Give In

Mag looked at Irina's smile and felt his heart skip a beat. It was as pure and beautiful as an innocent young girl walking barefoot in the fields during spring.

Oh no! It's the feeling of having butterflies. Mag raised his brow slightly. He could already feel his heart's abnormal beating.

Seeing Mag's unnatural expression made Irina's smile broaden. She said, "I feel like having kebab now."

Everyone watched Mag and Irina, and they all rolled their eyes. Although they had not eaten anything, for some strange reason, they felt full.

Amy nodded as she looked at Mag gladly as though she was very satisfied with her father's performance.

"You guys go ahead. I'll make some kebabs." Mag stood up and went to the kitchen with a smile hanging on his face. Irina still had the innocence of a young girl.

The night belonged to everyone from Mamy Restaurant. There was hot pot, barbeque, and an unlimited supply of beer.