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

"What a cook!"

The expressions of the engineers became a little strange one after another. Although the steam locomotive was designed by McGonagall, it was still strange to let a chef guide their work.

McGonagall was clear about what people thought, but he didn't care. He just didn't want to spend too much time here. Now he can go back to the information office to check out the news about landister.

It seems that hill is not at the base. He has to do something by himself.

"Well, I'd like you to come." Blair took the sketch and arranged for the people next to him to send MEG away. His eyes were completely attracted by the drawings in his hand.

Although it is a sketch, the line marking is precise.

Blair watched carefully, his eyes brightening.

"Did he really make constructive suggestions?" The engineers looked at Blair's face and couldn't help thinking.

These problems have been bothering them for many days, and they have never found a substantive solution. McGonagall came to have a look and found a solution?

"Genius! Mr. McGonagall is a genius

Blair exclaimed, shaking his hand with the drawings,

"Chief engineer, does he really think of how to solve the problem of derailment on the curve?" An engineer couldn't help asking.

Blair spread out the drawing on the table, waved to the crowd and said: "it's not only the derailment of the curve, but also the tilting of the car, the improvement of the speed... Mr. McGonagall's suggestions are all to the point, you all come and have a look."

The engineers gathered around and looked at the drawings on the table.

"Appropriately reduce the magic array energy, reduce the suspension height of the carriage, change the rear carriage wheel to the side wheel with the ground level, separate the locomotive from the carriage, and solve the tilt problem after the carriage is lifted up..."

"The side wheel is used to ensure that the train does not derail, to minimize resistance, and most importantly, this improvement does not require the replacement of the train track!"

"The way of separating links can also be used for the links of subsequent carriages. This way of connection will be more free. Soft links can also solve the problem of turning corners and trains being too long to pass."

"It's, like, genius."

The engineers swept away their previous doubts, leaving only admiration and emotion in their eyes.

Blair looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "the solution has come out. We are striving to come up with a usable design today."

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"Just take me here. I'll get out of the car for a walk." As soon as the carriage arrived at Aden square, MEG got off.

"Randiste, I don't know if Jina's statement is right. Transliterated place names are generally more pit." MEG went into the alley, changed his clothes, put on a mask, and went to an information office.

More than ten minutes later, McGonagall came out of the intelligence office and went to the second intelligence office.

McGonagall went through almost all the intelligence offices in Aden square, but still didn't find any information related to landist.

"That place is either not on the continent of Nolan, or it is not called that in the common language of the mainland." MEG changed his clothes again and sighed.

On the way back, he passed by the Kaisen bookstore. McGonagall went in as usual and picked out two books. When he checked out, he looked at the old shopkeeper who was reading on the couch. Every time he came to see him, he was reading in this posture, but the books in his hand were different.

"Boss, have you read all the books in this bookstore?" McGonagall asked curiously.

Hearing the sound, the old shopkeeper, Jason, put down his book, sat up slowly, looked up at MEG, nodded and said, "this is the twenty third time."

"Have you ever seen the place name 'lantiste' in the book?" McGonagall asked casually.

"Randister?" After thinking about it, Carson got up and went to the bookshelf.

"Really?" McGonagall, who just asked casually, brightened his eyes and looked at a book skillfully pulled out from the bookshelf, and then returned to Carson in front of the counter.

"The name of landister is mentioned once in this book, three times in this book, and five times in this book..." Kaisen said one by one.

"What he mews about is the human flesh retrieval system..." McGonagall looked at Carson in a daze.

After listening to the old shopkeeper, McGonagall pointed to the pile of books and said, "I'll take all these. How much do you have in all?"

The shopkeeper counted and said, "15 books, a total of 620 copper coins."

"Keep the change, thank you." McGonagall handed over the seven silver coins, picked up two stacks of books and walked towards the door. The intelligence office didn't get any useful information. He didn't expect to get something in the bookstore.

Back in the dining room, Phyllis is sitting in the kitchen, cooking Yangzhou rice. The colorful ingredients are flying in the iron pot, like a rainbow.

Anna and the ugly duckling are watching Gina at the table.

The crowd was so absorbed that they didn't notice MEG coming back.

McGonagall didn't make a sound. He leaned forward curiously and looked over.

Gina is still painting the underwater world, but compared with the slightly repressive painting style at noon, what she is painting now looks more relaxed and interesting.

She used magic to change a variety of colors of paint, painting while painting, showing a watercolor like gorgeous colors.

Translucent fish head lights, groups of jellyfish were big fish washed disordered formation, hand fork Mermaid Sitting on the back of the fish, the bizarre underwater world in her pen to show incisively and vividly.

"Meow ~"

The ugly duckling looked at the group of fish and swallowed.

Gina was so frightened that her pen fell to the ground.

MEG bent down and picked up the pen.

"Mr. McGonagall." Gina quickly got up.

"It's beautiful." MEG looked at Gina and said with a smile.

This girl is really a genius in painting. A person who has just learned how to use a pen can draw such a brilliant picture.

Gina could see that McGonagall was praising her and said, "thank you," in the right common language

"Who taught you the lingua franca?" McGonagall was a little curious. He was almost cheated by her that day.

"Sister Jina is very easy to learn. She usually asks us to teach her some simple words. She soon learns them." Said Anna.

"So it is. Anna is still a little teacher." McGonagall touched Anna's head with a smile. "Well, you can continue to draw. I'll go upstairs and read the book."

McGonagall went upstairs with two stacks of books in his arms. The one he bought was put aside. He took one from the one the shopkeeper gave him and sat down to read it carefully.

MEG went through the pile of books all afternoon.

"The lost land?" Close the last book, McGonagall's face a bit of thinking.