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

The girl's transformation caught MEG off guard.

And he caught a key message, that is, the "she" in Vicky's words?

Who is "she"? Who is she?

Originally, he thought Vicky was using acting to protect himself, but now it seems that it is not the case?

This change may not be acting, but another soul in her body.

This becomes interesting. Combined with what he just conjectured, could it be that a modern singer did not successfully occupy all her body when she went through, but shared the same body with her original owner, thus creating a state of refinement?

Very interesting guess.

McGonagall looked at Vicky with great interest, and shook his head with a smile. He said, "it's impossible not to give tickets to such a wonderful performance."

Vicky's eyes brightened and she looked up at MEG, but she couldn't help looking forward.

Their opera company has run out of food, and now the only valuable thing for the whole company is her suit.

But this is her only dress. It's not only her daily dress, but also miss black cat's performance dress.

If the suit is sold, it will be announced that the black cat opera company can be dissolved on the spot.

But if the audience can give them tickets, even if it's only ten copper coins, and buy some rice to cook porridge, they will be able to last a few days at least.

The members of the regiment were also looking at this side not far away. When they heard that the head of the regiment wanted to get rid of the ticket money, the hearts of all the people were cold, and now they were mentioned again.

"This audience seems to have a lot of money. How can we give him ten copper coins?"

"Wow, look at his two little babies. They are so cute and watery. How could they get a twenty copper coin?"

"I said that you are too ungrateful. This is the first group of guests who have finished our performance in half a month. Without thirty copper coins, he can't get out of this door."

"I want to eat more rice for my porridge tonight."

The opera players whispered, thinking about how much McGonagall would pay for the tickets.

"My children like your opera very much. She asked if she could draw the story of Miss Black Cat into a picture book." McGonagall didn't rush to pay, but looked at Annie and said.

"Will it be a picture book?" Vicky thought for a while, looked at McGonagall and said, "are you painting for fun? Or is it going to be published? "

"Ouch, the question is very professional." McGonagall is more and more sure that this girl is not an ordinary person, and her copyright awareness has far exceeded that of most people in this era.

"We will consider issuing." MEG nodded.

Vicky looked at MEG and said, "I created the story of Miss Black cat. If this sister wants to publish it as a picture book, I need to see her works first, and then we can talk about how to divide it after confirming that it meets my expectations."

"You may not know very well. The story of Miss Black Cat is very important to me, and it costs me a lot of effort... I hope you can understand it." Vicky also explained in a gentle tone.

"I understand." MEG nodded.

"Here's our ticket money today. The opera is wonderful. I hope I can see your performance in the future." MEG took out three silver coins and handed them to Vicky, along with a piece of paper: "this is my address, such a good performance, should not be trapped in such a place, if you are interested, you can come to me, I can provide you with a better environment."

"This..." Vicki looked at the three silver coins in her hand, first surprised, then hesitated to hear Meg's words.

"Don't worry, I just like your performance, and the decision is in your hands." McGonagall took Anne and Amy by the hand, nodded to the actors not far away, and walked out the door.

"By the way, next time you come, maybe Annie has drawn the story of Miss Black cat. You can confirm whether it meets your expectations." MEG looked back at Vicky and said, then left.

Vicky, holding three silver coins and the paper in her hand, stood still for a long time.

It took a while for the actors of the troupe to gather around and look at Vicky, and they were eager to say nothing.

"What are you doing? These are three silver coins!" Vicky regained her mind and said, "tonight, eat meat!"

"Eat meat!"

The crowd cheered.

These days, hungry eyes are full of stars. When they hear meat, their eyes are bright.

"Han zi, take the money and go to the mouth to buy three jin of meat and ten jin of rice, and then buy some vegetables." Vicky took out a silver coin and gave it to a middle-aged man who looked quite honest.

"All right." The man's treasure put away the money and left quickly.

Vicky turns into her room and opens the note.

There's only one address on it: the Saipan pub, Romo street.

She knew the address very well. A month ago, it was still a desolate scene. She also tried to settle down there, but the money in her pocket didn't agree.

Two days ago, she went there again. She was surprised to find that the flow of people in that street was soaring. Only after asking a few people did she know that it was because the two pubs got back the gold medal of the wine tasting conference that Romo street was about to take off.

She has some regrets now

As long as her purse holds up, the black cat opera company is now on the shortcut to take off.

But she wrote an application, filled in a rent she couldn't afford, and wanted to make a last ditch move.

Now, the audience is ready to give her a chance.

Although it is not clear where the performance venue he is going to arrange for them and what other conditions there are, it will be better than the current dilapidated yard.

And, if she remembers correctly, this pub is one of the ones that won the gold medal.

That man, money!

"What do you think?" Vicky asked suddenly.

"It's just going to talk. If you're afraid, I'll go." Vicky asked herself.

"I'm afraid you'll fight."

"I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"

"Every time you can't fight, I'll come... I'm really afraid..."

“……”

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"Father, enjoy the opera. Shall we come next time?" Out of the yard, Amy looks up at MEG and asks expectantly.

"Well, if Xiaomi likes it, we'll come next time." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Besides eating, the little guy had a rare interest in something.

"Can I draw Miss Black Cat?" Annie said in sign language.

"If Annie wants to draw it, she can do it, but we can't print it for sale until she gets the authorization from leader Vicky." McGonagall nodded with a smile, ready to give the kids a little awareness of intellectual property rights.

The performance of the black cat troupe completely exceeded his expectations, so he intends to give them a chance to perform in a more professional venue.

And it's going to be a very important part of Romo Street's ecology, even above Saipan and Titan.

Art

It's worth looking forward to.