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

After the electric shock, the numbness is fading. When his feet fall to the ground, he can feel the powerful feedback. The long lost power makes Meg's mood relaxed.

It's like a stone on my heart was suddenly moved away. From then on, I can say goodbye to the disabled. Although I can't go to heaven and earth, I can be a normal father.

"The efficiency of cooking should be at least doubled. It's estimated that we have to recruit another waiter." McGonagall whispered to himself, and walked towards Mo Bai's weapon shop.

Although every day will pass by, but Mo Bai's weapons shop MEG really did not go in once.

The area of the house is similar to that of McGonagall's, the area of the house on Aden square and the area of the individual stores are similar. They were built in the same year, but some big shops will open up several stores.

The house is built of a kind of black large square stone, and it seems that there are traces of recent repair. The surface is not very smooth, which is similar to the rough character of dwarves.

A small iron bar was seen at the door, and three pieces of round thin iron hung on top. In the red handwriting, the three characters of the weapon shop appeared to be repeated many times. The handwriting overlapped and looked very full of age. It witnessed the blacksmith's old fellow's blacksmith's career.

There is a wooden door in the weapon shop, but all the wooden boards in the direction of the door can be removed. During the day, Mobai will take them all down and put them aside, and the wooden door is also completely open.

You can vaguely hear the clanging sound of iron. MEG secretly congratulates himself that the sound insulation effect of the restaurant is good, otherwise it would be a kind of torture to listen to the clanging sound every day.

McGonagall stood at the door and looked in. The goal was a place similar to the weapons exhibition hall. On the right side of the wall and two rows of wooden shelves, there were all kinds of weapons hanging. The iron shop inside was separated from the outside by a wall. There was a small hole in the wall. On the other side, there were four chairs against the wall. The pattern looked very simple, The black stone floor looks clean.

As long as they are mainstream weapons, almost all of them can be found on the weapon rack. The light outside the house is shining on the weapons, and it's cold. It's sharp.

"A weapon that can sell 1000 gold coins is really unusual." McGonagall's eyes brightened. Although he played with guns more than cold weapons in his previous life, he still had this vision.

When the weapons shop of Mo Bai heard almost tinkling at night, it was clear that business was really good. As a soldier's most important partner, the quality of weapons could decide the outcome of battle, so what an old fellow Smith accumulated over the years is better than advertising.

Mobai's weapons shop is just like this. In the city of chaos, there are no more than three dwarves whose skills can match his. As for whose weapons are better used, there are different opinions. A blacksmith shop can keep a booming business for decades, which has explained everything.

McGonagall stepped over the threshold and walked into the door quietly. In addition to the sound of beating iron, he could also hear the conversation of men. After listening carefully for a while, McGonagall recognized that the speakers were Mobai and habang. It seems that after breakfast in the morning, habang did not go back, but stayed in Mobai's blacksmith shop.

"Boss Mai?" The sound of striking iron suddenly stopped, and Mo Bai's probe looked out from that mouth, and he called unexpectedly.

"Boss Mobai, if you are idle, turn around and have a look. Keep busy." McGonagall returned with a smile. He really just came to have a look. It's a bit strange for a restaurant owner to buy weapons. It's easy for people to associate with some bad aspects.

"Boss Mai, are you going to play with a weapon, too?" Ha Bang turned out from behind, looked at MEG and said with a smile.

"I'll just play with the kitchen knife. I'll just come and see something strange." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. In addition to seeing strange things, McGonagall also wanted to see how many heavy weapons would be more suitable with his current strength.

When MEG Alex was in his heyday, he used an all black Epee, weighing 100 Jin, which could cut the dragon with one sword.

McGonagall's body is recovering now. It's no problem to pick up something weighing 100 Jin, but it's a bit difficult for him to use a sword weighing 100 Jin as a weapon.

"System, do you sell weapons?" McGonagall asked in his heart at the same time, the price here is too expensive.

"This system does not provide damage weapons." The sound of the system was loud and clear.

"Well, I'd better buy it directly here." Meg said calmly.

"If the host is practicing swordsmanship, it's not that he can't sell a host, but I hope the host can guarantee that his weapon is a sword of justice and won't be used to attack people." The system hesitated.

"I bought them to chop people, and I want them one by one, if you don't have them." McGonagall curled his lips and said with a little sarcasm, "the sword of justice? Do you think it's selling children's toys? "

"Host, you have bought children's toys for many times. Please don't look down on children's toys. The craftsmanship of children's toys is no worse than making a weapon. The feelings of the producers are far more than a cold weapon, and the price of high-grade toys is far higher than weapons. So why do you look down on those who sell children's toys?" The sound of the system was loud and clear.

"..." McGonagall thought for a moment, but he was speechless. Amy's music box cost two hundred gold coins. If you change it to a more advanced toy, it's not impossible for the price to exceed a weapon.

"That's right. It's a loss to hold the sword in boss Mai's hands. The world can lose a mediocre knight, but it can't lose boss Mai." Ha Bang nodded deeply.

"If it's MEG Alex, it's not a mediocre knight." McGonagall thought to himself. He walked to a long sword hanging on the wall with a smile. He said with a smile, "yes, it's good to be a cook."

"Boss Mai, if you want to buy one for fun, I suggest you take the upper one. It's shorter. Maybe it suits you a little." Mo Bai, who was wearing a thick black apron, came out and looked at MEG and said with a smile.

McGonagall looks too thin. He always needs to hold the stove for a rest before cooking. That lady's sword may be more suitable for him, but he doesn't have any disdainful idea. Although the sword McGonagall wants to hold is long and thin, it still weighs about 10 jin. I'm afraid McGonagall will twist his hand.

"I think this one should be similar." McGonagall reached out and picked up the sword. The handle of the sword with simple grain was cool in his hand, but a stream of blood suddenly came from his heart.