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

Two long lines of more than 100 people, so opposite, quarrel, and even some have already blushed, almost started.

Fortunately, there is still some reason for both sides to move their words instead of their hands. Otherwise, the door of the restaurant will become a arena.

In the morning, Crusoe and Julian, who were very fierce in the fight, would have a bearing style. They stood in the front row with no expression and didn't say a word.

McGonagall's eyelids were still twitched by the noise and quarrel that came from the door opening. This posture is really not comparable to those curses on the Internet in previous lives. It's a real version, and it's an enhanced version.

If there is a real fight, it will be a big scuffle among magicians, demons, knights and orcs, shouting "salt is justice!"“ Sweet is the king, Just a casual association, McGonagall felt that the picture was too beautiful to continue.

"In order not to affect the normal business of the restaurant, I feel it is necessary to build a sweet and salty arena. If there are any controversial dishes in the future, they can also have a place to play." McGonagall looked back at Amy, holding the spoon, full of expectations. "Little guy should like it very much."

McGonagall's voice interrupted the quarrel. The quarrel gradually faded down. Qi Shushu looked at the door of the restaurant. Although he didn't agree with each other, it was because it was boring to wait in line outside. Of course, it was more important to eat when the restaurant opened.

Of course, there is also a part of the reason: after eating and then fight, words have substance.

"Come in, please." McGonagall pulled the door open and gave up the door. Anyway, he would never participate in the fight between salt and sweet. Of course, he could not let them transfer their anger to him. That would be really unfair.

Krasu and Julian raised their legs and stepped up the stairs at the same time. They looked at each other and forced their way into the door. They walked towards their usual seat.

"Half beard master, turtle shell master." Amy greets them.

"Well." They answered, and their eyes fell on the two bowls of bean curd in front of Amy. They couldn't move their eyes.

In the evening, the bowl is smaller than the ordinary bowl, more than the small bowl in the morning, with a faint bean fragrance floating out from the direction of the kitchen.

Behind the guests are also like a model, not to give up, so one by one forced and crowded into the door.

"You first." Luna and Sally raise their legs at the same time, but Luna quickly retracts her feet and raises her hand.

"Thank you." Sally looks at Luna unexpectedly, nods her head and walks into the restaurant first.

McGonagall looked at Sally coming in. Although she was wearing a veil on her face, he recognized her at the first sight. Seeing that she didn't say hello, he nodded politely.

"Mr. McGonagall." Luna said hello to Meg, who was holding the door.

"Miss Luna." McGonagall also nodded with a smile. Unexpectedly, Luna came today.

"Boss Mai, open two bowls of Yangzhou fried rice for me, and another dose of heavy medicine roujiamo. I'm dying." Vicennio held the door and looked weakly at MEG.

"Yes, just a moment, please." MEG nodded and looked at vicennio with pale face and kidney deficiency. His expression was a little strange. It seemed that he begged for mercy this time, but he was a little curious about the woman behind him. What kind of woman could make him look like this.

Vicennio came in holding the door, and still sat at the table at noon, feeling that it was a burden to continue walking a few steps.

Guests come into the restaurant one after another. Those who come in ahead of time have priority to find a good place to sit down. Those who come in behind and don't want to stand can only choose to join the tables. Later, they don't even have the chance to join the tables. They can only queue up in front of the counter and go all the way out. Fortunately, the passage in the middle is wide enough to not affect the dining of the guests on both sides.

Luna sat down opposite Sally, and soon sat down next to two other women.

Sally is relieved. It's better to have dinner with Luna, who looks very cultured, than with orcs and dwarves. It seems that we can still have a good bowl of Yangzhou fried rice today.

"I'll have a sweet bean curd and a rougamo."

"I'll have a salted bean curd and a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice."

"One sweet and one salty tofu. I'll try which is better."

……

As soon as the guests sat down, they immediately began to order, and abelmia remembered them one by one in the order of entering the shop.

"I'm sorry, but you can only have one portion of bean curd per person. Please choose a flavor." Abelmia looked at the guest who ordered one of the two flavors with some apology and said.

"And the rules?" The guest was a little surprised. He opened the menu on the table and saw that there was a sign on it that the purchase limit was one. Moreover, the price of two hundred copper coins surprised him a little. It was cheaper than rougamo. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "let's have a salty one."

Everyone sat down to order food. The late comer stood in line, and their eyes fell on Amy and the two big bowls in front of her.

The white porcelain bowl is filled with a small square as white as jade. It looks elastic. The one on the left is covered with sweet sugar juice, and the one on the right is covered with chopped assorted side dishes. The faint smell of bean curd and sweet taste of sugar juice wafts in the air, which makes people swallow their saliva.

"This should be bean curd, right?" Standing on one side of a bald uncle full of curiosity asked.

"It's acridine." Amy, with a spoon in one hand, nodded.

"Little boss, is bean curd delicious?" The bald uncle asked curiously again.

Hearing this, everyone straightened their necks and wanted to hear Amy's comments. Many guests were hesitant to try new products. Two hundred copper coins were not a small sum of money for many people.

"Do you want to know?" Amy looked up at the bald uncle and asked, shaking his spoon as if he wanted to taste it.

"Yes." The uncle nodded.

"I'll try it for you." Amy nodded and scooped out a spoonful of salted bean curd. The white and tender bean curd swayed in the spoon. The orange red sauce slowly flowed down the incision. The shredded mustard and shrimps were sprinkled on it and slowly fed to her mouth. The sweet bean curd melted in the mouth. The salty mustard and the delicious shrimps were perfectly integrated into it, and her big blue eyes were suddenly bright, Feel the delicious spread in the mouth, there is no need to chew directly blooming.

With a soft grunt, Amy swallowed. Amy's face was full of enjoyment. Holding a spoon, he looked up at the bald uncle and nodded his head seriously. "Uncle, bean curd is really delicious."

"Gulu..." there was a sound of swallowing in the restaurant.