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

It was quiet in the dining room. People were looking at McGonagall with a serious face, and their eyes began to light up.

"Chef" how simple and down-to-earth two words, is the core of the restaurant, the most important existence.

However, most restaurant owners like to be called the boss rather than the chef. Some even forget their identity as a chef and pursue the oral respect and enjoyment of others.

But McGonagall, who makes such delicious and magical food and runs such a restaurant with excellent style and hot business, modestly claims that he is just a cook when he is praised and praised by his peers.

This modest attitude made the visitors feel ashamed, and also made the guests look at them with praise.

"Only people who always remember their identity and know what they should do can make such refreshing food." Miles looked at McGonagall approvingly, and at the same time, he said in his heart that the younger generation is formidable.

Andrew and others, with a thoughtful expression, nodded at MEG and walked out of the restaurant.

"I just changed Xingye's lines. How can I feel that I have received a lot of admiration and inspired others?" McGonagall picked his eyebrows and felt the encouraging and appreciative eyes. With a smile on his face, he walked towards the kitchen without strabismus. He felt a little comfortable.

The visitors didn't ask about the menu, the cooking method, or even some spices that they didn't taste. Brandley was stunned. He was also in his seventies. Usually young people in the grey temple would respect you when talking to him. Suddenly he was called little guy, and he didn't respond.

But when I think about it, Crassus is over 120 years old. When he was still playing with mud, there was a legend about the battle between ice and fire on the mainland. When he was young, he was listening to their legend and learning magic.

Even when his master was young, he was Crassus' fanatical pursuer. Unfortunately, his melee magic talent was too poor. When he was young, he was beaten by a despondent knight, and then turned to long-range magic. However, his melee heart never went out, which had some influence on brandley.

Of course, brandley learned long-range magic. Only a few magicians in the mage tower of lodu were good at melee magic. Krasu, the master of melee magic, had no apprentices at all.

In other words, the owner's daughter is the only one who has been favored by Krasu for more than 100 years, which is enough to shake the world of magicians.

After all, Krasu's physical condition has not been very good over the years. Many magicians are worried that after Krasu's development to the peak, the melee magic will fall like a meteor and cannot be inherited.

Moreover, Julian, the Lord of fire, even accepted the same apprentice, a half elf girl. If the news spreads, the whole continent will be shaken.

Those geniuses who are under the command of famous teachers are expected to be nervous. The ice and fire fight lasted for nearly a hundred years, but in the end, they accepted a half elf apprentice together. No one knows what kind of demon they will teach.

The extreme of ice and fire magic, the coexistence of close combat and long-range attack, ten or twenty years later, there is no place she can't go in Nolan.

The thought just flashed by, and brandley came back to himself. There was no expression on Crassus' face, but he felt a strong aura. He looked at Crassus with more respect and said, "Hello, Mr. Crassus, I'm brandley of the grey temple. I'd like to call you. On behalf of the grey temple, I'd like to welcome you to the city of chaos. I don't have the friendship of being a host, It's our negligence. I hope you won't blame it. "

"Well, I didn't say hello to the grey temple when I came to the city of chaos. In the morning, I had a fight with old man Julian over there. Are you embarrassed?" Crassus looked at brandley, his eyes slightly frozen. "And, little guy, you've been here this morning, haven't you? Did you report back and contact me later? "

Brandley's heart was slightly shocked. He didn't expect that Crassus would notice him in the morning. Crassus seemed to be two people in front of Amy and others. The aura of the God of fire was a bit bluffing. He quickly shook his head and said, "the battle between lord Crassus and Lord ulian is a major event in the world of magicians, as long as you don't damage Aden square and hurt people, The grey temple and the city of chaos will only be honored. It's your duty to come here next morning. Now it's on behalf of the grey temple to officially welcome you to the city of chaos. If you have any needs, you can tell me that from now on, I will be your communicator when you are in the city of chaos. "