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

"At the same age, if you weigh yourself, you will know what other people are." Crassus naturally stood at the front of the sweet party row and looked at Julian. His momentum was weaker than him.

The tip of the needle to the wheat awn, the terrible atmosphere between the two people re formed.

The sweet party, which had a weaker air, seemed to have the backbone all of a sudden. It didn't care that Krasu came late and stood first. This was their leader, and only he dared to stand in this position.

"Gloria, he's the owner of the restaurant. He's the best cook. I've never eaten anything so delicious before. You can try something else except bean curd later. Yangzhou fried rice should meet your taste." Said Lucia with a smile.

"I can't eat much because I have a small appetite." Gloria shook her head slightly, but her eyes under the black veil were staring at MEG. The man just raised the half elf girl's smile... So warm.

When I was a child, my father once held her like this.

But since the black spot appeared on her face, she was no longer willing to go out and meet people. Even if she saw her father, she was covered with a silk scarf.

Father is still gentle, but she seems to become more and more distant, the memory of a loving smile on the face of the man, has not seen a smile for a long time.

"I envy that little girl." Gloria looked at Amy squatting at the door, touching the head of an orange kitten, thinking.

"That's what I said before I went into this restaurant." Lucia smiles, but there is no hurry to persuade. Nothing is more convincing than smelling the delicious food and seeing others enjoy it.

"We have more than ten minutes to open. Please wait a moment." McGonagall has no intention of participating in the fight between salt and sweet. He looks at the guests with a smile and says that he signals Amy, who is squatting on the ground and teasing the kitten, to come in.

"Goodbye, master half beard and master turtle shell." Amy said to Crassus and Urian, picked up the duckling and asked with a smile, "duckling, aren't you bored when I'm not at home?"

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling nodded her head and saw that Amy was obviously excited.

"Does this little guy have m attribute?" McGonagall closed the door and watched the ugly duckling pick his eyebrows.

"Father, is the duckling good at home?" Amy asked, looking at MEG again.

"Well, it's OK." MEG looked at his ugly duckling pitifully and nodded with a smile.

Amy looked at the ugly duckling with satisfaction, nodded and said, "well, for your father's sake, I'll let you have two bowls of bean curd at noon, and you don't have to run after eating."

"Meow, meow, meow The ugly duckling cried happily, rubbing Amy's little hand and sticking out her tongue to lick her fingers.

"But you can't get fat, I can't hold you if you get fat." Amy looked at it and warned seriously.

"Meow cat ~" the ugly duckling nodded his head sincerely.

"Eat two small bowls." McGonagall took a look at the ugly duckling who was looking forward to the food on the table, and walked away. If he let the ugly duckling eat, it would not be a few months before he could even hold this guy. The fat of orange cat should not be underestimated.

The ugly duckling probably understood only two bowls, but McGonagall's little bowl is also relative. If it's a big bowl sold in a restaurant, if two bowls go down, the ugly duckling is estimated to be excessive, but it's OK to use its own two shallow bowls.

He served two small bowls of bean curd, one sweet and one salty, to the ugly duckling. Then he separated a small plate of Yangzhou fried rice from the plate and chopped up a piece of stewed meat full of lean meat.

"Well, it's not as good as a cat." Outside the restaurant, some guests look through the glass window at the ugly duckling who enjoys two portions of bean curd. They can't help sighing.

"Mia, you can stand behind the counter and come out after eating rougamo. Next time, remember to lower the curtain half an hour in advance." Meg said with a smile, looking at abemia, who was standing by with a rougamo and hesitated.

"Yes, yes." Mia nodded and immediately went to the back of the counter with rougamo. Then she took a bite of rougamo in her hand, with a blush on her face. A golden dragon tail also came out of her skirt and swept around the ground.

The ugly duckling lying on the counter suddenly raised his head and looked at abemia's dragon tail with hostility. However, he hesitated for a while and finally chose to continue eating.

"Father, sister Mia's tail is so cute. Why don't you want to be seen?" Amy asked, looking at MEG puzzled.

"It's her choice and we should respect it." McGonagall smiles at Amy holding the water cup, and looks at the long line of guests outside the door. He asks, "is millet eating now or later?"

"I want to wait a little longer. I think it's fun for them to look at me when I eat." Amy thought about it.

"Well, I'll have it later." MEG nodded with a smile. Amy's live food broadcast can improve the chance of ordering for the first time. The food is so delicious that it's easier to use than any advertisement.

"On the first day of class today, did you encounter any interesting things? Have you learned new magic? " McGonagall took a bite of fried rice and asked curiously.

"No, master halfbeard said he would start with theory and teach me magic tomorrow." Amy shook her head a little disappointed, but soon her eyes lit up again, "but I went to Daphne to play after class. I'm so happy."

"Well, you should listen to the teacher in class. Master should remember all the things he teaches. When you play, you should have fun. This is learning." MEG smiles and reaches for Amy's head. Sure enough, children's happiness is so simple.

"Well, I will." Amy nodded seriously.

After lunch, MEG brought Amy two bowls of bean curd and a rougamo. It's just business time. He went to the door of the restaurant, opened the door and said with a smile, "welcome, everyone."

Outside the door, the voice of debate over salty and sweet suddenly faded away. Krasu and Julian went up the stairs side by side and said almost at the same time: "a sweet and salty bean curd." They stare at each other and then order separately.

Many of the guests followed the example of Krasu and Julian, but when Harrison came in, the sweet party finished a crush, and six people came in continuously, but none of them could squeeze in side by side.

McGonagall grinned and his eyes fell on the girl in the line who was wearing a black cloak and a hat with black blue yarn hanging down all around. He could not help but stop for a moment. After the black veil, a pair of eyes seemed to be looking at him.