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

"Aisha..." abelmia said softly, nodded her head and said, "nice name."

"Thank you." Sally nodded slightly.

"Well, we'll call you Elsa. I'm MEG. You can call me boss just like MIA." McGonagall also nodded. It seems that Sally knows her own situation, but even in this situation, she wants to be a waiter. It seems that the temptation of food is far greater than being caught.

"All right, boss." Sally nodded. The experience of working in the Gaya hotel during this period of time had made her used to this kind of title which she thought was difficult to say. She took a look at the bag in her hand, looked at McGonagall and said, "well, can I leave now?"

"Of course, you just have to come to the restaurant by seven tomorrow morning." MEG nodded with a smile.

"OK, goodbye." Sally, MEG and abelmia nod their heads and turn away gracefully.

"Boss, Aisha looks like an elegant young lady. Why do you want to be a waiter?" Looking at the closed door, abelmia asked, looking at MEG puzzled.

"Everyone has their own difficulties. If she doesn't want to say something, I don't want to ask more." McGonagall smiles and shakes his head. This is not only a young lady, but also the future Fairy Queen.

"Well." Abelmia nodded cleverly and said nothing more.

After Sally left, McGonagall changed into a chef's uniform and began to prepare the ingredients. The recipe for stewed chicken has already arrived. He will only study in the kitchen god's proving ground in the evening.

At about 4:30, Amy came back from school, which is the same time as chaos school. It seems that Krasu also adapts to local conditions to make it easier for Amy to adapt to the rhythm of school.

The ugly duckling who has been lying lazily on the counter for an afternoon hears the sound of Amy coming back. He slides down with the corner of the counter and runs towards the door with his short legs. He runs to Amy's feet as soon as he pushes the door in. He rubs her legs with his head and cries happily. It seems that he is bored to be at home all the time.

"Ugly duckling, I don't think you are fat again. Run around the restaurant ten times before going to bed at night." Amy picked up the duckling, weighed it, looked at the duckling and said.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling looked at Amy, his eyes gradually widened, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Ten laps, not one less." Amy emphasized it seriously.

"Meow, meow, meow ~ ~" the ugly duckling anxiously pointed to the two small pots next to the counter, pointed to himself, and then pointed to Amy. He drew a circle and shook his head hard after learning from Amy.

"Yes, I let you have two bowls at noon, didn't I let you run?" Amy nodded, then showed a sweet smile: "but if you eat a bowl at night, you can also run ten laps. Exercise before bed is good for losing weight."

"Meow -" the ugly duckling rolled his eyes and fainted in Amy's arms. This routine was so terrible! Sure enough, I can't even believe the punctuation.

"Happy first day of school?" In the kitchen, Meg, with flour in his hand, looked at Amy standing at the door with the ugly duckling in his arms.

"Well, I'm very happy. There are many children, and they all think I'm a little witch. Let me play with them, so I have to work hard to learn magic, so that I can become a real little witch." Amy nodded and said happily.

"Well, just be happy." McGonagall said with a smile that she was worried that Amy would find it boring to learn magic. After all, Luna had mentioned this problem before, but now it seems that this problem is too much to worry about. Amy likes it enough and can find fun from it.

"By the way, father, have you got a beautiful little sister today?" Amy looked at MEG and asked expectantly.

"Yes, and you've seen it." MEG nodded.

"Really? Or have I seen it? " Amy thought about it seriously, and suddenly her eyes lit up and said, "is it Auntie floral apron?"

"Aunt Hua apron wants to open a restaurant herself, so she can't come back to serve us as a waiter." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, sold a pass and said, "you'll know who it is when you put it back at noon tomorrow."

"Well, I believe it must be a little sister as beautiful as sister MIA." Amy nodded expectantly and did not ask again. She took out the music box with the ugly duckling and invited abemia, who also had nothing to do for the time being, to learn to dance together.

The rolling window has been put down, so there is no need to worry about the peeping eyes outside.

MEG took a look at the two guys who were twisting more and more like a model outside, and his face showed a smile. It suddenly occurred to him that if Sally joined in, it would just be a paradise for three people. Maybe he could perform on behalf of the restaurant on peace day.

"Qipao, maid and little Lori dance together in the pure land of bliss. Isn't it hard not to be the first McGonagall thought to himself that it would be a very interesting scene.

But with Sally's cool nature, most of them won't take part in it. It's estimated that she won't have such an eye.

In the evening, Amy and McGonagall have dinner together in advance, so there's no need to worry about the sales of tofu. So Amy doesn't have to perform for the guests, just wait for the new dishes.

Ugly duckling lying on the ground, a little unhappy, seems to have felt the fear of being dominated by the ten laps around the restaurant before going to bed at night.

"Ugly duckling, have a good meal. You can't lose weight until you're full." Amy puts a small plate of Yangzhou fried rice and two pieces of meat in front of the ugly duckling.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling turned his head to the other side, as if to protest with a hunger strike.

"It's ten laps if you don't eat, or you won't get into my bed." Amy said calmly.

"Meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling cried twice in despair. His eyes turned to tofu brain, fried rice and meat again. He sniffed, and then he could not help but eat. His paws were on the edge of the bowl. The more he ate, the more happy he was.

"Father, I'm going to watch the fun with the ugly duckling. Take your time." Amy quickly finished two bowls of bean curd and a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice, put the spoon lightly on the plate, said a word, directly slipped down the chair, picked up the ugly duckling who was still licking the plate, and walked towards the door with a small stool.

During this time, Amy has formed the habit of carrying a small stool to the door to watch sweet and salty quarrels before opening.

Should bean curd be sweet or salty?

After both sides had eaten bean curd, this problem was completely detonated. Every day, the two long lines at the gate set off a big battle between salt and sweet, which has become a wonder in Aden square.