Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

McGonagall opened his eyes and looked back at Hill who didn't know when to stand behind him. He also found that he was too immersed in the lottery and relaxed his vigilance to the surrounding situation.

"Just had an interesting dream." MEG passed with a smile and stood up to look at hill. "What's the matter with Miss Hill?"

"If I say I want to have a cup of tea with Mr. McGonagall, will Mr. McGonagall agree?" Hill looked at McGonagall with a smile.

"Miss Hill is standing here. Can I refuse?" MEG asked with a smile, indicating the seat beside him, "it's sunny today. It's better to have tea in the sun outside."

"Not bad." Hill nodded, went straight to the table and sat down.

McGonagall went into the room and took a set of tea sets. He cooked the purple clay pot on the small stove and sprinkled some black tea. The aroma of tea floated out of the pot mouth and sniffed it gently, which made people feel peaceful and comfortable.

It's a sunny winter morning.

They sat opposite each other, with a cup of black tea in the middle, and did not speak.

Hill looked at MEG for a long time. He just calmly looked at the purple clay pot, and didn't even look at her.

She met many men, and often did not look at her, but those men just to hide their panic, so they deliberately turned their eyes to other places, flashing eyes soon exposed their ideas.

But McGonagall was different. His eyes were calm and attentive, as if there was something more beautiful than her on the purple and gold teapot. Even a glance at her was superfluous.

She had never met such a man.

"This guy, don't I really have a teapot yet?" Hill was a little unconvinced. Although she didn't care about men's eyes, she was used to the feeling of being watched. Now she is still a little uncomfortable to be ignored.

"System, what's the effect of Buddha jumping over the wall?"

"Please explore for yourself."

"System, this high-level dish is so powerful and effective. Will it have any side effects? What if you eat people up? "

"Ask the host to explore and prepare the medicine for themselves... Dishes."

"What do you want?"

McGonagall couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. He asked three questions and didn't answer. What's the use of this system.

"This tea is very fragrant." Hill broke the silence with a smile. She didn't have McGonagall to sit in the sun all morning.

"Well, it's good tea." McGonagall finished the dialogue with the system, naturally took Hill's words, lifted the teapot and poured a cup for her. The clear and gorgeous tea soup was full of strong tea aroma.

This is the Wuyishan Dahongpao he bought from the system. Naturally, it's good tea. It's not enough. If it wasn't for Hill's request, he would not like to give it to others.

Hill took over the white porcelain small tea bowl, tea pleasant, let her can't help but in front of a bright.

In addition to good wine and tea, her grandfather has been fishing and drinking tea in his spare time in recent years, and she also drinks tea with him when she is free, so he knows something about tea.

Her grandfather's favorite is Assam black tea, which is produced in the valley of Assam, a goblin tribe. Because of its small production, it is not easy to buy.

A few years ago, because he couldn't buy black tea once, he bought all the tea in asham Valley and built a tea base. It was produced and sold by himself, only for himself. Occasionally, he would give some to his friends.

Mr. McGonagall's black tea has a stronger aroma than Assam's.

He picked up the tea bowl and blew it gently, then took a sip carefully.

"The smell!"

Hill's eyes are bright, full-bodied, sweet, fresh and mellow. After swallowing it, the meaningful fragrance reverberates between the lips and teeth, inspiring people's spirit.

"Good tea."

Even hill, who had tasted many good teas, couldn't help praising him.

Even her grandfather's favorite Assam black tea, compared with it, is obviously much worse.

"Grandfather will love this tea." Hill thought to himself.

"Miss Hill is so busy that she doesn't just come to me for tea, does she?" MEG took a sip of his tea, put down his cup, looked at hill and asked with a smile.

Hill is a strong woman. She doesn't usually come to the restaurant for dinner. She usually appears here only when she has something to do.

"The improvement of the steam locomotive has been completed, but since then, the R & D team led by chief engineer Blair has tried to join the magic circle in the steam locomotive and improve the speed of the steam locomotive. Recently, there has been a breakthrough. However, some problems have not been solved in the actual application. I hope to get some help from Mr. McGonagall." Hill looks at McGonagall.

"The magic modified train?" McGonagall was more surprised.

Hill said with a bit of apology: "these things are not in the scope of our cooperation. I'm sorry to bother Mr. McGonagall to help."

"I don't know much about magic. I may not be able to help, but I'm very interested in this magic modified train. I may not have enough time in the morning. I can go there during lunch break." McGonagall nodded. He didn't refuse. He didn't say too much.

He was really curious about what would happen to technology when it came to magic.

Magic modified train?

Can speed stride close to high speed railway?

"OK, someone will pick you up at noon today." Hill grinned, then took out a piece of paper and put it in front of MEG.

"What's this?"

"This is a letter of appointment. I'd like to hire you as the general consultant of this steam locomotive project. If I need you in the future, I'll feel less sorry." Hill Road.

McGonagall glanced at the seven figure salary, pushed the offer back to hill, shook his head with a smile and said, "if I sign this, I will be more sorry when I refuse."

"Does Mr. McGonagall feel underpaid?"

"No, I just don't like being constrained." McGonagall shook his head, "steam locomotive project, if I am free, I am willing to participate in what I can. After all, I am one of the shareholders, but only if I am free."

Hill looked at MEG for a moment, put away the offer, and said with a smile, "thank you, Mr. McGonagall."

Hill quietly finished the black tea in the cup, put down the cup and asked curiously, "what kind of tea is this? I don't know how much Mr. McGonagall still has in his hand. I don't know if he can sell me some. My grandfather likes to drink tea, and he certainly likes such good tea. "

"It's just a little wild tea. There's not much left. I can't give up my love." McGonagall shook his head and refused. The system sold him less than a jin of black tea. He drank too little. How could he sell it.

However, according to the system, this is due to the first year of cultivation, and the yield should be increased in the next year.