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

"This pig killing..." that old woman's old face is red, but behind the words also cannot say.

Everyone looked at each other and fell into a strange and awkward silence.

"I'll also see what delicious food the boss has made, which can fascinate so many guests." The lady in charge of the flower apron also took off her apron and walked towards the restaurant.

"Go for a walk. Let's try it. Only when we know ourselves and the enemy can we come up with a way to deal with it." Half bald uncle looked at the two people walking away, looked at the crowd, said with a smile, also began to break the skirt.

Hearing the words, they all laughed and agreed. They took off their aprons and walked towards the Maimi restaurant.

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"Another wave of new customers." McGonagall looked at the long line outside the door, turned his mouth slightly, tried to make himself less proud, and opened the door with the latch.

Many people have been waiting for a long time, but familiar customers know the rules of the restaurant, so no one clapped on the door to disturb MEG.

"Boss Mai, I've been waiting at the door all morning and my legs are numb." Vicennio, who ranked first, looked at McGonagall bitterly. His voice was feeble. He held the doorframe firmly.

"There are business hours on the door, and the restaurant is open according to the business hours." McGonagall looked at vicennio, who had been looking better all morning. He couldn't help laughing.

It is not unreasonable to say that women are like wolves and tigers.

"OK, give me a hand. My legs are numb. I can't walk any more." Vicennio didn't mean to be entangled in this problem either. He raised his leg and drew back. He looked at MEG and said that he didn't dare to let go of his hand holding the doorframe immediately after his experience in the morning.

After the guests hear this dialogue, they all smile. This one is really fighting for the first place.

"Good." McGonagall reached for vicennio and sat down at the table beside the door.

"I want three Yangzhou fried rice, two here and one to go." Vicennio said as soon as he sat down. On second thought, he quickly took McGonagall's hand and asked in a low voice, "boss McGonagall, are you sure this dish is mild? I can't bear it, brother

"Don't worry. It's milder than rougamo." McGonagall took back his hand and patted vicennio on the shoulder.

"Yes, I'll trust you." Vicennio nodded with a look of death.

"You may come in. Please take your order." McGonagall pulled the door aside, looked at the guests, said with a smile, and then turned aside.

"Welcome." Abemia stepped out of the kitchen, said with a smile, and began to order the guests in the order they entered.

"Mr. Mai, I think you should give us old men a passage for the elderly. It's too much for us to stand in line with their young people here." Crassus, also in the front row, went to the door of the restaurant and looked at MEG.

In the team, Julian immediately raised his eyes. At noon today, he asked Heitan and mung bean to see the shop. He came to line up early and waited for nearly half an hour.

Other guests are also looking at McGonagall with their heads outstretched. If they are older in the future, they can be in the front. It's useless to come early.

"I'm sorry, you're all guests in the restaurant, and the restaurant treats you equally. Besides, you always eat two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice, but it's no worse than young people." McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. There's no room for negotiation on this. It's not a hospital. It's a passage for the elderly.

Crassu looks at MEG helplessly. He is also Amy's master, and his status is not low. But this guy is still so poor that he can't help it.

The seats in the restaurant soon filled up, and the rest of the guests had to stand in line. However, many people were just going to buy rougamo and take it with them, so the long line went directly to the counter of the restaurant and extended to the outside.

McGonagall's eyes fell to the end of the team, and he was a little surprised. At last, the seven men looked familiar, as if they had seen each other somewhere.

He turned and walked towards the kitchen. When he came to the door, McGonagall suddenly remembered that the greasy faced and fat man seemed to be the owner of the pork chop shop in front of him. From time to time, he could see the scene of killing pigs in front of the restaurant, which impressed him deeply. The others seemed to be the owners of the restaurant.

"What are they doing here? What's wrong with this McGonagall picks his eyebrows. After a few days of fermentation, mcmillary restaurant has become a little famous in Aden square. Although the flow of people in this corner of the restaurant is still insufficient, the long line at the door before each opening is the best advertisement, which can be seen from a distance and attracts many curious guests.

This kind of popularity is naturally a thorn in the eye among the peers. The source of customers is the most important thing in the restaurant. Meg's restaurant can eat hundreds of customers at a meal, and they are all high-quality customers, which will naturally have some impact on other restaurants.

McGonagall had expected that he would be targeted by his peers. After all, his family was in business in his previous life. Although he had never been involved in it, he would not be flustered when he met this situation.

Even he can predict that there will be imitators in Aden square soon. Yangzhou fried rice and rougamo not only bring the ultimate enjoyment and experience to the guests, but also bring a completely subversive cooking mode and concept to the chefs in the world.

McGonagall is not averse to imitators. It's interesting to start from a restaurant to influence the world's eating habits and cooking methods.

This kind of confidence and confidence comes from the strength, copy half of his good, he lost.

He can bring a new direction of cooking to the chefs in the world, but he will not teach them how to make Yangzhou fried rice and rougamo.

As for what they think about after eating, or buy rougamo and Yangzhou fried rice to go back to research, MEG can't stop it. Can't the system install a self destruct device in rougamo?

"How to wrap eggs on rice, how to marinate meat, how to knead noodles to make soft Baiji steamed bread, how to turn soybeans into instant tofu brain... There is a direction, but few people can do it after a few years of research. Delicacy as like as two peas punchline, the everfount of new products is the core competitiveness of the restaurant. There will be no second identical dishes on the mainland. MEG had a smile on his face.

"The coming storm?" MEG shook his head. "Not even waves."