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

"Chief, are these three here to listen to the opera?"

"Is this the first time in half a month that someone has sat down?"

"Great! Our black cat opera company has a chance to make a name for itself

As soon as Vicky walked through the door, the actors of the opera company gathered around and expressed their excitement.

During this period of time, they were given unprecedented cold treatment, and their blood was almost polished by the cold wind and loneliness outside the house.

"Come on, everyone, get ready for the performance. It's not every day. If this performance is successful, maybe this guest will bring us new guests." Vicky's face was equally excited.

"Chief, do you accept tickets?" At this time, the corner suddenly sounded some old voice.

The smile on everyone's face solidified, and they all looked at Vicky.

Vicky's face was also stiff, a little embarrassed, a red face, shaking her head: "not yet..."

"Alas..."

The crowd immediately sighed.

It seems that this kind of thing is not the first time.

"Team leader, we have no income for half a month, if we go on like this, we will really starve to death..." a member of the League helplessly looked at Vicky and said.

"Gululu ~"

I don't know whose stomach made a series of response sounds.

It's hard to hide the worry on people's faces.

"Come on! Shut up Vicky suddenly changed her momentum. Her red eyes swept over the crowd. The king was looking at her own people and said in a deep voice: "a good opera player will never worry about eating. As long as you can perform well and show your strength and state, no one can lose the ticket money, unless he doesn't want to step out of the courtyard!"

All of them were silent and began to prepare for the stage.

MEG and the two little guys, sitting in the windy yard, had taken out their quilts and wrapped them up.

After all, the quilt was used, but I didn't expect that it was not for sleeping, but for keeping out the cold.

This kind of open-air opera with its own bench and quilt is the first time for Rao, an amateur, to take part in it.

When the actors of the black cat troupe came out one after another, they were stunned to see the three people sitting on small chairs, wrapped in small quilts, and still on fire in the middle.

It's kind of weird and... Cute?

Especially the two little girls, one big and the other small, wrapped in a small quilt and sticking out a small head, were exquisite and cute, and they were so cute.

"Cough." Vicky coughed softly to remind her members to be more professional.

I haven't seen the audience for a long time. On the contrary, it seems that the audience is rare, which makes it less professional.

The actors quickly took back their eyes and stepped on the stage one after another.

They started their show.

McGonagall glanced at it. It's a small opera company with only 16 people. There are three musicians, all men and women, all young and old. They all look pale and thin, and their feet are flighty. It seems that it's not easy to be an artist.

The opera is called "Miss Black Cat".

The company is called the black cat opera company, and the performance is called "Miss Black Cat". For a small opera company that has just started, it's very smart.

If the opera gets hot, their opera company will take off.

At the beginning of the performance, there was no music for a large band, which was a little lacking in aura.

However, to McGonagall's surprise, the performance of the troupe was still a little good-looking?

Their sallow appearance did not conceal their solid singing and acting skills, and their rich and melodious singing was far beyond the limits of this wasteland stage.

Miss Black Cat tells the story of a young lady of a big family who, in order to break away from the shackles of the secular world, struggles constantly, finally leaves the big family, obtains freedom and rebirth, and finally gains love and career.

It's a very common and simple story, but the performances of opera actors are full of tension, which can really arouse the audience's emotions.

What surprised MEG most was Vicky, who played Miss Black cat.

The petite head of the team has a shocking treble, and the control of the voice is amazing. He has played several roles with other actors.

He is understanding why Vicky can become a leader, outstanding strength, excellent acting skills, can attack and accept, how can ordinary people play her ah

Two little guys are also interested in watching, although wrapped in a small quilt, but also on fire, but not sleepy.

"Father, what song does Miss Black Cat sing? Why don't you understand? " Amy asked curiously.

In this meeting, Vicky is singing a piece of deep and sad music in a language that Meg has never heard.

McGonagall listened carefully for a while, but the system didn't produce any effective words, just vaguely felt that the intonation was a little familiar.

"I don't know. Maybe it's a local dialect." MEG shook his head slightly.

Although the language is impassable, emotion can be transmitted through singing.

Miss Black Cat's opera, in Vicky's performance with all the actors, has achieved a far better effect than McGonagall expected.

As far as Vicky's professionalism is concerned, it is beyond the leading role of several operas that McGonagall has seen in his previous life. It is definitely the existence of professional opera actor level.

But opera is still in its infancy in this world. How can such an outstanding head of opera suddenly appear? Is this the legendary genius? Or... A passer-by like himself?

McGonagall's curiosity was successfully hoisted.

The show is over.

McGonagall, Amy and Annie got up and clapped to express their appreciation of the opera performance.

Annie is wiping the corner of her eyes, it can be seen that the little guy likes this story very much.

"Thank you."

Vicky bows to the curtain with the actors, and their faces show that they are in a very good mood.

To be able to get applause and appreciation from the audience is not only a great honor for an opera actor, but also the driving force of their persistence.

"Can I draw this story?" Annie turned and looked at MEG, gesticulating.

"I need to consult Miss Black cat. After all, this is her story." MEG smiles at Vicky as she walks up to them. "I can ask her for you later."

Annie nodded.

"The performance was wonderful, and your singing was impressive and unforgettable." MEG looks at Vicky and smiles. It's not flattery. It's just Meg's feeling after watching the show.

"That's nature. It's the best opera in Nolan." Vicky slightly raised her chin, like a proud little lion, with some pride in her red eyes, "it's your honor to hear such a performance."

"Er..." McGonagall looked at her, although the words were not rude, but it was a little inappropriate for a few guests to say such words?

Vicky lowered her head and the red light in her eyes faded. Then she looked up at MEG with a strange expression. Her face changed slightly. She waved her hand in embarrassment and said, "ah... I'm sorry. She must have said something impolite to you, right? I... i... I mean, thank you for watching... Tickets... Forget about tickets... "