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

It's a very tiring thing to live with the goods, which MEG deeply realized after more than an hour of experience.

Talk fast enough, but don't move slowly, otherwise the waiting guests will be dissatisfied.

So after three rounds of live broadcast, McGonagall chose to play the recorded video.

Well, black technology is a new technology.

The four kinds of food cooking teaching videos are played in turn, and each time they end up cutting a live video of his cooking, so that they can see how the real super chef works.

Compared with the fact that you need one person to deal with dozens of dishes in the Maimi restaurant, walking among four dishes is not really a test for MEG. It's just that the restaurant's business hours are only a few hours, while the merchants of the food conference are almost all day long, which is the test.

"Boss, the small octopus whiskers are almost sold out." Angela whispered.

"Under the display cabinet is a freezer, inside are all small octopus whiskers, you can add them at any time." McGonagall took a look at the bottom of the hill like small octopus whiskers, while the large and super large ones were almost ignored, so he asked the system to replace all the stocks with small ones.

"All right." Angela nods and opens the door of the display cabinet. It's full of small octopus whiskers. If there are all stocks under the display cabinet, there's no need to worry about the shortage.

"Your octopus balls." Abemia handed a small octopus ball to the girl in front of her in a light yellow dress.

"Thank you." The girl lifted her fluffy hair, then turned to look at the man standing next to him, with a calm expression and said, "eat this octopus ball, let's break up."

"Well?" The boy with a bunch of flowers in his hand was stunned.

"Well?" McGonagall also looked up in surprise. What happened to these two? The girl is very delicate and well-dressed, but the man is also handsome. She is a person with individual face, but her black eyes are heavier. At first glance, it's a good match.

"You've been very nice to me these years. Although you're scum, I don't regret loving you." The girl looked at the man whose expression was gradually sad, with a trace of self mockery in her smile.

"Maggie, you have to believe me, I really love you..." the man covers his heart, tears have been swirling in the black eyes, he wants to cry, but it's a second into the play.

Even McGonagall's movements in his hands slowed down a little bit. If he observed carefully and learned acting skills, he might be useful in the future.

Originally, the guests who looked up at the course carefully seemed to smell the melon and listened.

"To love me is to crown me again and again? The underwear I found in the seam of the bed is enough to fill every corner of our house, and the size of each one is different. " The girl's smile became more and more sarcastic. "That's our home. I sleep in my bed every night. When did you take them home? I'm so stupid. I didn't find a clue at all. Your control of time scares me. "

"Those..." the man's expression changed slightly, a trace of panic and chagrin flashed in his eyes.

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"Shocked my mother!" McGonagall looked at the man's eyes a little more admiration, this time management ability, simply invincible ah!

The girl directly interrupted the man, and then said: "those are just the tip of the iceberg. You say you like sports and value brotherhood. I'm so stupid. I can always understand you and let you have time to exercise with your brothers. If I hadn't read your diary a few days ago, I didn't know what kind of sports you are keen on..."

Melon eaters: ('ﾍ ') = 3

McGonagall: ('ﾍ ') = 3

"Well, I don't want to force my feelings. Maggie, I've been sorry for you all these years. I don't regret falling in love with you. Let's end this way." The man threw the flowers on the ground and turned away.

The girl looked at the man's distant voice, holding the octopus ball for a long time.

They all looked at her with pity. It seemed that the girl had met the scum man.

"Here's the money." After a while, the girl turned around, took out a silver coin and handed it to abelmia.

"The girl is our 666th guest today. She is very lucky to get the ticket free qualification." Meg said with a smile.

Abelmia's hand, which she had just raised, came back quietly.

"Really?" As soon as the girl's eyes brightened, she looked at MEG with some surprise.

"Yes, it seems that you are lucky today." MEG nodded.

The smile on the girl's face also bloomed, and she nodded with a smile: "yes, I can get some lovely and delicious meatballs for free even if I dump the slag man. It seems that I'm really lucky today."

"Come on, you deserve better." Meg said softly with a smile.

"Well." The girl nodded hard, "thank you, boss!" He raised his hand and turned to leave.

People looked at the girl disappeared in the crowd figure, pale yellow skirt, fluffy hair, like a sunflower to hold up his head, sunflower.

Then the girls looked at McGonagall's eyes, a little more inexplicable tenderness.

……

The popularity of the stalls in Maimi's restaurant makes the stalls around a little lonely. Even those who are crowded in front of other stalls turn to look at the big screen, or envy the orderly team.

"Are these guys so used to him? It's just not their guest In the Dukas stall next door, Alva looked at the black crowd in front, gnashing his teeth in anger.

Bayatt's expression is much calmer. Looking at McGonagall, who is teaching carefully on the big screen, his mood is a little complicated.

If he was still a little unconvinced when he lost to McGonagall for the first time, today, watching his open recipe and conducting on-site teaching without reservation, he has understood the gap between himself and McGonagall.

Are these four dishes that you can think of casually to perfunctorize the audience and gain gimmicks and attention?

From the guests who are full of praise after eating, and the fragrance coming from the next room, it is not so.

This is a delicious food that can be warmly welcomed by customers and receive both reputation and profit.

And every dish is not simple, even if others want to imitate, make a similar taste, also very difficult.

The one and only as like as two peas in the McDull restaurant, Alva has repeatedly made the kitchen, but no dish has ever been able to make the same taste. Even the difficulty of reaching the nearest place has made the wheat restaurant still unique.

But McGonagall taught all the four dishes without any privacy. With such confidence, there was no second cook in the city of chaos, nor in the whole continent of Nolan.