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

Hill was stunned for a moment, and his eyes at McGonagall were gradually different, curious, surprised, and sympathetic.

Yeah.

From the time she was born, money was just a number to her.

No one knows how much money the bank has. It's a big enough number to make the dragon and the king envious.

She knows.

It was a bunch of meaningless numbers, at least for her.

"Yes, what's the use of money and wealth? I've never touched money. I'm not interested in money. " Hill laughed a little self mockingly, "but they all think that I work hard for more money. Is there any difference between one more zero and one less zero after that number?"

McGonagall looked at hill, suddenly lost in thought.

Yeah.

It looks like we've met an opponent.

The way rich people pretend to be forced is always the same.

But you can't refute it. After all, that's what he thought.

"Yes, it makes no difference." So he nodded deeply.

"In fact, our family is an ordinary family, nothing special, at most the house is bigger." Hill said with some helplessness: "but when I was a child, every time I took my friends home, I always lost a few friends and got lost in other people's homes. What's the big deal?"

"That's not..." McGonagall shook his head. If it was him, his young soul could not accept such an invisible way to show off his wealth.

"You are very special, Mr. McGonagall." Hill laughed and touched a small raised bead on his hand. The Secretary quickly came in from the outside of the carriage. He took out a bottle of red wine and two tall crystal glasses from the closet of the carriage. He pulled out the cork and a strong smell of red wine dispersed in the carriage. He poured out the red wine and woke up in the decanter for a while, He gently put it on the small table between McGonagall and hill, then bent down to get out of the car.

"So, I still want to have a drink with you." Hill picked up his glass, which swayed slightly between his fingers and looked at MEG with a smile.

MEG took a look at the glass in front of him, and looked at his hill, hesitated for a moment, and reached for the glass.

"Obedience is better than respect." McGonagall raised his glass and touched Hill gently, then took a sip of the wine. This is the best V-Class wine of buffet winery. It has strong aroma and mellow taste. It is different from the system's special wine, but it is a top-level good wine.

Along the way, Hill talked more than usual. Although she was still restrained and didn't talk much about life, McGonagall obviously felt that her defense against him had dropped a lot.

"Pretending to be forced is probably a good way to get closer to your liking?" MEG got out of the carriage and muttered as he watched the limousine go away.

As soon as Meg turned around, he went up and leaned against the door, looking at his Irina.

"Where have you been?" He was just about to speak when Elena came over with her long legs and sniffed at him: "there's a smell of wine on him. Is there a wine appointment in broad daylight?"

"And the smell of perfume, woman?"

"Who is the woman in the car?"

A series of questions, as well as the dangerous smell flashing in his eyes, made McGonagall nervous quickly, and said very frankly: "hill Buffett, the current boss of Buffett's Bank, is going to talk about a business of several hundred million with her at noon. It's normal to have a drink when talking about business."

"How many hundred million?" Irina's eyes narrowed slightly, like countless swords flying in the middle.

McGonagall felt a chill on his back and said, "it's not what you think. Go in. I'll talk to you slowly."

"You'd better talk to me about the posture of these billions of business." Irina's mouth curved slightly and turned towards the restaurant.

"I'm just sitting." McGonagall has an innocent face. What posture can he talk about.

Entering the restaurant, McGonagall locked the door behind him to make sure there was no third person in the restaurant. He went to the opposite side of Elena and sat down.

"Can a rich woman make you feel happy?" As soon as Meg sat down, Irina raised her eyes and asked.

"It's OK, we had a good talk, and the results are very good..." McGonagall nodded and stopped for a moment, suddenly he felt that it seemed a little crooked.

"Ha ha."

"Ah, ah, ah! Wife, don't get me wrong. We are talking business MEG looked at Elena, who slowly pulled out her folding chair, stood up and explained

"Do you remember the steam engines sent by the factory a few days ago? Ms. hill is a collaborator of our steam engine project. In addition, she, I and chaos city have jointly developed a railway project. The steam locomotive driven by the steam engine will run on the railway leading to weikeling, the goblin nationality. In a few years, I went to the locomotive base for trial operation at noon, which has basically reached the operation standard, So I had a little wine on the way back. "

"Steam locomotive?" Elena slowly put down the folding chair and looked at MEG in a puzzled way.

"It's a giant carriage that will never be tired. It can drag hundreds of people on the paved tracks, and it doesn't need to rest or feed grass on the way."

"What does it eat?"

"Just have some coal."

"Isn't that too much?"

"It's OK. I'll add water to it."

"That's about the same."

McGonagall looked at Elena, who had folded up her folding chair. With a sigh of relief, she put her butt on the chair again, nodded with a smile and said, "because the base is outside the city, Miss Hill sent me back on the way. Nothing happened."

"I'll take that as it is." Irina glanced at MEG in a flat tone.

"That's what it looks like, OK?" McGonagall said with a smile, "it must be very hard for you to practice Night Elves today. Do you want something to eat or drink? I'll do it for you. "

"I'll have durian pizza and a pot of green tea." Irina thought about it.

"Well, I'll do it for you." MEG got up and went to the kitchen. First he made a pot of green tea, poured a cup of green tea for Elena and put it in front of her. Then he turned and went into the kitchen to make durian pizza.

Irina holds her chin against the table with one hand. Through the dense heat, she looks at MEG in the kitchen with her back to her busy, and a smile appears at the corner of her mouth.

It's so handsome with a sword. It's even more fascinating to put on an apron and pick up a kitchen knife.

It's my man.