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

"Well, I think so. My father is super handsome!" Amy nodded in agreement.

"Girl, if you praise me like that, I'll be gone." MEG smiles, touches the little guy's head, takes her little hand and goes on.

"Father, what is a girl? Can you eat it? " Amy asked curiously.

"I can't eat it." MEG shook his head with a smile.

After a long walk, the crowd separated, and MEG and his family finally got clean.

The ugly duckling was put on the ground by Amy and ran with her in front of her. She was running after a butterfly, and the laughter of silver bells echoed on the plain.

"Sure enough, I have to take two kids out to play. I'll leave the city from the north on the next day off." MEG looked at Amy and the duckling with a big smile on his face and thought.

"System, give me the sword." McGonagall said in his heart, without squinting, and with a cool face, he stretched out his hand to the front. Is that the general posture of the master to receive the sword?

"Ding!"

A long sword came down from the sky and fell down on McGonagall's nose. The cold light almost blinded his eyes and stabbed it firmly on the ground between his legs. The handle of the sword swayed slightly.

McGonagall's figure was completely frozen. After a while, he moved his throat. He looked down at the long sword whose hilt was still shaking. If the deviation was one centimeter, his nose and some part would say goodbye to him.

"System, you've been a little bit off the air recently, haven't you?" MEG held back his anger.

"Sorry for the host, the signal outside the wilderness is not very good, there is a slight deviation in the positioning, but fortunately it was delivered to the host accurately." At the end of the day, a sonorous slogan was added: "system express, mission will be achieved!"

"Da? Da, you big head! It's murder McGonagall stepped back two steps with numbness in his legs. He looked at the sword, one third of which had fallen directly into a black stone on the ground. Its bright body was covered with cold light. It was almost cut by such a sharp sword. How could the system even insert advertisements for him here?

The system is gone with the wind.

"Host, this is an unfounded slander and an insult to a hard-working front-line employee like me, but as a system with professional ethics, I won't care about you today." The system replied seriously.

"Integrity? Oh, on your delivery attitude and level, I want to make a bad comment! return goods! I won't buy it in the future! " McGonagall curled his mouth and said coldly.

"Pro, if you have something to say, bad comments and returns can't solve the problem. If you have any dissatisfaction and demand, please be sure to tell me." The voice of the system suddenly became friendly, pausing, and then said: "there is a very simple and effective way to solve the problem of delivery, and it can easily solve the problem of accurate delivery for the host. At the same time, it can also provide the host with a holographic map within 50 kilometers of the chaotic city! You can save the host all the cost of purchasing maps in the future. "

"Is there such a good way?" McGonagall didn't believe it. Could the system change suddenly?

"The system can buy a satellite." The system seriously suggests.

"Why don't you go to heaven?" McGonagall couldn't help laughing. He pulled up the sword on the ground and quickly followed the two little guys who had run away.

Let him be a restaurant operator. In order to deliver goods more accurately, he even asked him to buy a satellite. Probably only the system can think of such a good way.

"The host, the satellite produced by this system, has accurate positioning and extremely high pixels. It is also a synchronous satellite, which can lock the chaotic city in real time and provide accurate positioning requirements for the host." The system doesn't give up, he continued.

"Pixel high? How high can it be? " McGonagall asked.

"As high as you want, as high as you want." There is a bit of temptation in the system.

"Then I want to install one in the elves, OK?" McGonagall asked with a sudden interest.

"Not now." The system continued: "this system seriously suggests that if the host wants to establish a complete satellite navigation system, it needs about 35 satellites. The first satellite must be over the city of chaos, and then radiate around to form a satellite network covering the whole continent. In this way..."

"It sounds very attractive, but I'm sorry to interrupt. How much are you going to sell for a satellite?" MEG interrupted.

"Three million gold coins, put into the predetermined orbit accurately!" The system answers carefully.

"System, you suddenly have a good sense of humor today?" McGonagall laughed. "You're a vegetable seller, selling 300 million satellites to a cook? I can't help putting you on it. "

The "..." system silently floats over a line of ellipsis.

McGonagall doesn't care about the unreliable system. He can connect the satellite to deliver goods. He can quickly catch up with Amy and look at the sword in his hand at the same time.

This sword is similar to the one I saw in the Mobai shop a few days ago. It's a bit like the traditional Chinese long sword. It's about one meter long and two fingers wide. Its handle is black, with several simple cross grinding lines. Its straight body is silver and bright, without any pattern.

Black and white are very simple, very in line with Meg's aesthetic.

It's cool to start with the long sword. The handle's thickness is just right in one hand. It's just right to hold it in one hand. It's too heavy for more and too light for less. It's systematic and customized. It's really reliable. It's more suitable for MEG than Meg's, as if it should have been his sword.

"Why don't you buy it?" McGonagall suddenly had an idea in his mind, but he immediately shook his head. It must be a trap of the system. As expected, it made the user experience to the extreme. Without advertising, users would want to buy.

Recalling the shadow thirteen in his mind, McGonagall waved his sword at a small tree with thick and thin arms.

I thought that when I used the sword for the first time, the action would be stagnant. I didn't expect that the long sword in my hand would cut the little tree with a brush. The speed was so fast that McGonagall didn't see how the sword passed. The sword move seemed to have been engraved in his body and became a natural reaction.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, the small tree with a thin arm fell down towards MEG.

"This... Second becomes a martial arts expert!" MEG quickly turned aside, staring at the sword in his hand and the flat cut of the remaining half of the tree.

It seems to be much more powerful than expected. If the sword goes down, the first level Knight will be cut to death.

"Wow -" not far away Amy and the ugly duckling looked at McGonagall with their mouths wide open at the same time and murmured: "father, you are really great!"