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

McGonagall and his two little fellows wandered around the complex alleys in the south of the city for more than an hour. After stumbling several local people, they finally found the black cat opera house in a place completely different from the one left in the application.

It is not so much an opera house as a shabby farmhouse.

There was a white sign on the airy wooden door, with five big characters: "black cat Opera House" written in beautiful black charcoal handwriting, and finally a black kitten.

Actually, they just passed by in a carriage.

But McGonagall couldn't connect the opera house with the dilapidated courtyard in front of him.

The last time they went to the opera, the price of 50 copper coins was quite different.

"It can't be here, can it? It seems that there is no one? " Amy came up to the airy door and looked, whispering.

"There are many people, and there are many." McGonagall smiles. Although there is no ticket at the door, there are more than ten people in this small opera house. If they are all from this opera house, they can be regarded as a small opera company.

"Do we still want to see it? They don't seem to be performing Amy asked.

This is also MEG tangled, looking for so long to find, do not look back, certainly some unwilling.

Seeing the posture of the other party, McGonagall doubted that these people were engaged in fraud, not opera.

"I'm very sorry, chief Pascal. We black cat Opera Troupe have encountered some difficulties now, but we still intend to continue performing opera. We have no plan to merge into your Maka Opera Troupe. Please come back."

Just as McGonagall and they were ready to leave, a gentle and moving voice rang out in the door.

"The Maka opera company? Why does the name sound a little familiar? " McGonagall's brows were slightly raised.

"Is that the troupe that sings well and sleeps well?" Amy asked.

"Yes, that's it." McGonagall nodded. He slept so soundly last time that he didn't even remember the name of the troupe.

Listen to the meaning of this dialogue, the head of the song and drama troupe, who is very sleepy, went to the black cat opera company and planned to incorporate them?

This proves from the side that the black cat troupe really has a certain strength.

"Commander Vicky, I know you are a person with feelings, but you and I know the situation of the black cat opera company. Even survival is a problem, let alone the theater and stage. If it goes on like this, the black cat opera company will be completely scattered.

As long as you sign this contract and merge the black cat opera company and the Maka opera company, we will be a family. I have found the owner who is willing to contribute to the construction of a grand theater for us. This is a rare opportunity for thousands of years. " The voice of the middle-aged man was painstakingly persuasive.

There was a moment of silence inside.

Suddenly, a rebellious and irascible voice sounded: "you fat dead fat man! How many times do I have to tell you to understand? The troupe that plays monkey on the street should also be called opera company. Don't think that you can call opera if you go into the yard and stand on the stage. The reputation of opera is ruined by you!

Now get the hell out of here! Or believe it or not! I think you are under educated! "

There was a loud bang of sticks in the door, accompanied by a few grunts. The rotten wooden door was slammed open, and a fat man with blood on his face ran out, muttered a few words, and ran away.

In the door stood a petite girl in a black Lolita Dress, with her hands akimbo and her green hair blown up like a raging lion.

Outside, McGonagall and his daughter stared at her.

The rotten wooden door shook in the cold wind and finally fell to the ground.

And the girl in the door, a burst of green hair slowly fell down, shining fierce red eyes, also gradually become clear, momentum suddenly reduced.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." the girl was annoyed to see the middle-aged fat man disappear at the end of the street.

Then her eyes fell on the three people standing at the door, and she suddenly realized something. She was embarrassed, blushed and slightly embarrassed. She laughed at them with a gentle voice and said, "sorry, did you scare me?"

This gentle tone, soft voice, and natural not artificial manner, is a lovely little sister, OK?!

Although the height is less than 1.5 meters, no discussion about a, but still lovely invincible ah!

I really can't connect her with the middle-aged fat man who just now, like a little lion, tore one meter nine by hand and defended her ideal and career.

"Is that acting? Love, love. " MEG couldn't help looking at the girl in front of him.

There is no seamless connection between the irritable queen and the gentle little sister. This kind of good... Ordinary men don't understand.

"Well... We're here to see the opera." MEG pointed to the plaque that had fallen to the ground.

"Oh Vicky was surprised and quickly pulled out the plaque from under the door. The baby patted the ash on the top. Then she came back to herself and looked at MEG: "you said... You came to see the opera?"

"Yes." MEG looked at Vicky holding the plaque in her arms and nodded with a smile, "we should not have found the wrong place, right?"

"Of course! This is the black cat opera company Vicky nodded, smiling, but looking at the door lying on the ground, she was a little embarrassed and said, "just... A little unexpected, but our performance will never let you down."

"I hope so." MEG nodded and followed Vicky into the dilapidated farmyard.

The yard was very desolate, but it was cleaned very clean. There was a small wooden platform in the middle of the yard, which looked very shabby.

In front of the wooden platform, there are a few old chairs with traces of poor maintenance.

And this should be the so-called black cat outdoor theater.

"This way, please. The opera will begin soon." Vicky's face was slightly red and she welcomed the three people into her seat. This was the first wave of guests who didn't turn around immediately after entering the door in half a month.

A few young heads came out of one side of the room, looking at the McGonagall and his daughter curiously and excitedly, as if they were opera actors.

"Go ahead, you don't have to greet us." McGonagall glanced at the leg of the cloth bound chair, a little worried that he couldn't bear the expression of a little force.

Amy has taken out her own folding stool, and as a consumable, she is very tactful to learn, her mother has a few more.

So McGonagall and Annie got on the safe bench.

Vicky looks a little embarrassed, but also quite excited. At least some guests have sat down, which is a good signal.

"Just a moment, please." Vicky walked quickly to the actors' lounge.

"It seems that Yazi, who is not very smart, doesn't take away the tickets first?" MEG looked at Vicky's back with a slight frown.