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

After the busiest time at noon, McGonagall put up a rest notice and took a short rest for an hour before reopening.

McGonagall took the girls back to the restaurant with a delicious meal, and then let them have a rest in the restaurant to prepare for the next busy.

"It turns out that I'm so tired of setting up a stall. I'm more tired than working in a restaurant." With a cup of fat sea in her hand, abemia lay on the table, her voice a little hoarse.

"Yes, a lot of people. I feel that the whole chaotic city is coming." Phyllis nods. She's making Octopus soft today.

"We've worked hard. We're busy today. We'll have a day off tomorrow." McGonagall looked at the crowd with a smile. He also underestimated the enthusiasm of the people. Today, we are really tired.

Long live the boss Abelmia cheered. No matter how hard you work today, you can sleep in tomorrow.

All the women also smile.

"But boss, you say we don't have to set up a stall tomorrow, but Octopus must still be sold. Who will manage the stall?" Abelmia asked, looking at MEG again.

"Don't worry about that. I'll let the staff of the seafood shop take over." The training for the staff of the seafood shop has been completed. It's just time for them to practice.

In addition, he also plans to directly double the number of employees in the seafood shop, so that the business of the seafood shop will soon usher in a period of rapid growth. If things go well, several businessmen will be responsible to get together and talk about some sour topics.

"Their family only attends a one-day food conference, and the guests forget their taste in a few days. We can work hard, and there is still hope." Alvar forced out a smile.

"With such a good port, so many guests, such a high unit price, and such a fast serving speed, they only attended one day?" It was unimaginable for them to be surprised.

However, after hearing this news, people's thinking quickly became active. There are seven days for the food conference. Although today's food conference is not as good as the Maimi restaurant, it's completely unknown who will be in the world seven days later.

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After a short rest, everyone returned to the stall.

Before he got to the stall, McGonagall had been followed by a series of bad eyes.

"Why is that the line?" McGonagall was a little surprised to see the long line in front of the stall. Unexpectedly, after the announcement, there were still people queuing up here. After all, this is not Maimi restaurant, and these guests are not regular customers.

But this kind of thing, MEG is not once or twice, face not red heart not jump with the girls into the stall, began to do business preparation.

They are all ready-made food. MEG turns on the big screen to broadcast live. He holds the fat head fish in his hand and turns over the kitchen knife. All the ingredients are cut evenly in the air and fall into the side dish basket.

Originally, the guests with deep resentment looked at the scene, and their expressions became brighter.

I didn't expect that the chef looked young, but he had such a delicate knife. With a generous and square kitchen knife, he could cut the ingredients so evenly. His action was only sharp, which made many housewives feel inferior.

The ornamental food preparation greatly reduced the guests' resentment, and began to look forward to all kinds of delicious food that had been popular.

Of course, the bigger reason is that they have been forced to watch the four course dishes on the menu many times when they are waiting in line here. Now they just want to eat them as soon as possible, so as to comfort their stomach.

"Boss Mai, I heard that the little boss was promoted to the top 32 of the magician conference yesterday, and he was also a member of the magician group. He is really a young talent." Dix, who brought his children to the food fair, came up and looked at MEG and congratulated.

The magician conference of the Los empire is the most authoritative magician Dabi in the continent of Nolan. Although talents below level 8 are limited to participate in the conference, the magicians who shine brilliantly at every magician conference have become famous in the world of magicians.

Amy broke into the top 32 of the mage group at the age of four. No one can compare her achievements. When the city Lord received the news yesterday, she was also surprised.

The guests standing in the front row, when they heard the speech, showed the expression of gossip one after another.

I didn't expect that the chef looked young. He already had children, and he was a genius magician?

"Well, it's good." McGonagall nodded, calm, without a pause in his hand.

"Amy is in the mage group, not the junior group." Dix thought McGonagall wasn't listening and stressed it again.

"Those sorcerers who lost to her are not very shameless?" McGonagall asked with a smile as if he had suddenly regained his mind.

"Er..." Dix was stunned. The angle was really strange, but after thinking about it, he nodded: "it should be a little embarrassing."

"Amy is good at everything, but he is not good at acting, otherwise he can make them lose a little more respectable." MEG sighed with some regret.

"I..." Dix looked at his son, who was holding a big cake happily, and suddenly felt that he was not good.

"Father, I want to eat this lovely little ball." His son reached out his little fat hand and pointed to the octopus ball.

"This..." Dix looked at the time, looked at the long line behind him, and hesitated. He would have to go back to the meeting later, but there was no time to line up.

"Just a moment, get the baby an octopus ball." McGonagall said with a smile, "there are still a few minutes to go before the end of the break. I'll make one for him alone."