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

It must be a very shameful experience to read one's own book.

That's it?

McGonagall just scanned the picture book of Dragon Slayer vs. giant dragon, and then swept him into the corner of history.

Both the plot and the style of painting are inferior. It's hard to imagine that this kind of book can even be sold as a treasure by the boss.

Of course, this may also be determined by the scarcity of themes.

After lunch, they all went back to the restaurant. The two little guys looked at the new picture album they had just bought with relish. Elena had something to go out, and only the bored McGonagall was left to look at some ancient books he had collected today.

There was a book in his hand, but Meg's mind was not here. Instead, he was thinking about what Joe might do next.

It's been a few days since the battle between the Empire of LOS and the orcs and elves. The tense situation has become more complicated because of the Qiao Xiu incident.

The orcs, who have destroyed dozens of tribes, obviously can't give up just because they say that Joe is controlled by the devil, and the elves, who have almost broken the city of life, also need to ask for an explanation.

Andre did not make any positive response. The number of soldiers sent to the border is even increasing, and the situation is still tense.

Now that Qiao Xiu is wanted all over the mainland, he can be regarded as an enemy all over the world. After being watched by countless pairs of eyes, it becomes difficult to do something big.

However, it is also a troublesome thing that we still can't find his trace.

"Father, look, this is sister Anne's painting." Amy's voice interrupted McGonagall's contemplation. He looked down at the picture that was in front of him, and his eyes lit up.

The picture is a little elf with silver hair. It's made of watercolor pen. It's Amy.

The painting style is immature, but it is just because of this that it appears lovely and childlike. Moreover, every painting is extremely smooth, not stiff at all. It makes the characters vivid, lovely and full of aura.

"Wow, it's great." MEG looked at Annie, a little surprised. "Is Annie painting for the first time?"

Annie smiles and nods.

"Yes, I can only draw circles that are not too round, but sister Anne can already draw me." Amy said with some pride, as if there was a share of her credit here.

"An extraordinary talent for painting." McGonagall touched his chin, looked at Annie's eyes and said, "Annie, are you interested in becoming a cartoonist?"

Annie looked at MEG askew, as if she didn't understand what MEG was saying.

McGonagall explained: "cartoonists are professional painters of picture books, which are created by cartoonists."

Annie's eyes lit up, nodded her head and said in sign language, "I do."

McGonagall said with a smile, "well, you can continue to draw according to your own preferences. If you are really interested, I will give you a script later, and you can draw a story according to the script."

Annie nodded, sat down and looked at the picture book. Then she picked up the watercolor pen and continued to draw.

"In this case, can the project of Zhonghua small be launched online?" MEG touched his chin and fell into thinking.

"Father, remember to solicit guests today." Amy saw MEG in a daze and whispered.

"If Xiaomi didn't say it, I really forgot." McGonagall touched the little guy's head with a smile, got up and went to the wine cabinet.

From the bottom of the wine cabinet, she took out half a small bottle of Maotai that she had drunk the day before yesterday, opened the cap and poured a small cup into a small jar similar to a small size incense burner.

The semi sealed small jar has a few fine holes on it, which can make the aroma of wine float out slowly, but it won't run out of smell all at once.

It's the same principle to catch drunkards and fish. Make a nest first and use the aroma of wine to lure drunkards to gather. Once people gather, they won't worry about less customers.

This way is different from opening a restaurant.

After all, as long as the restaurant is not a roadside stall, it is not easy to rely on the fragrance to attract far and near guests.

McGonagall went out with a special wine cup in his hand and a small iron cage. He put the wine cup in the cage and put a small lock on it. Then he hung it on the post at the door.

Although the diffusion speed is very slow and the fragrance has been diluted a lot, the strong aroma of Maotai liquor is still expanding outward with its stable and unique aroma.

The light aroma of the wine is centered on Saipan tavern and slowly diffuses around.

"How fragrant! Is this the smell of wine? "

"Yes, it smells like wine, but there is no wine with such strong fragrance."

When passing by, the guests couldn't help looking around and were surprised that the aroma of the wine was so attractive.

And some good drinkers follow the aroma of wine to find the small iron cage hanging in front of Saipan tavern.

"What is this operation? Why did you lock up the wine? "

"Is this a new pub? I haven't heard of it before. Do you want to attract guests with the aroma of wine? "

"People are attracted, but the pub hasn't opened yet. It won't open until six o'clock in the evening."

Many passers-by gathered at the door of the tavern, looking at the small cup in the iron cage and swallowing their saliva, but looking at the business hours written on the wooden board hanging on the door, they were helpless.

"Madame, you see, there are a lot of guests at the door of the pub opposite." In Titan's tavern, the boy looked at Effie who had just come down for a nap and said.

"Their family has finally started their business?" Effie stretched a waist, loose cotton padded clothes under the graceful figure all show, some lazy smile.

These days, according to her observation, the Saipan tavern is just like a child's house. Its business hours are very short, and its guests are very few. It shows great interest.

"No, it seems that the boss put a pot of wine at the door and attracted people." The boy shook his head.

"A pot of wine?" A little surprised, Effie walked quickly to the door of the tavern and looked at a dozen people gathered in front of the opposite Saipan tavern. They were really surrounded by a small iron cage hanging on the pillar at the door of the tavern.

Her nose moved and her eyebrows slightly frowned. Although she was far away, there was still a faint smell of wine in the air.

As a woman who has been in charge of Titan tavern for more than ten years, although she can't make any good wine by herself, she still knows a lot about wine. She has never heard of such a good wine from such a distance.

Effie murmured: "with this fine wine in hand, not to mention Romo street, there will be a place for this Saipan pub in the world of lodu tavern in the future."

"What did you say, boss?" I can't hear you.

"It's nothing. I'll show some respect to the owner of the tavern opposite." Effie takes his eyes back from the opposite side, gives a warning to the boy, and turns to enter the pub.

"Even if you can't get him, you should get his wine..."