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

It was Gloria who should have come to talk to him about spring clothes. MEG got up and walked to the door, smiling and saying, "it's time to introduce you."

Meg, open the door.

"Mr. McGonagall, I'm disturbing you again." Gloria's sweet voice was already ringing, and a sweet smile appeared on her delicate and quiet face, with the back of her hand behind her.

"You haven't been to the restaurant for a while. Should the store be busy recently?" Meg said with a smile.

For this aspiring girl, he still has a good feeling. He has developed the feeling of a strong woman.

"Well, I'm catching up with the last batch of winter clothes recently, which should be handed over to customers before the end of winter, so that they can wear them at least once this year." Gloria nodded, her smile a little relaxed and playful.

"It looks like it's all finished." MEG laughed.

"Yes, it's all finished today. It gives workers and masters annual leave." Gloria nodded with a smile. "So, today I'm here to discuss spring clothes with Mr. McGonagall. Before spring comes, I need to prepare the first batch of goods in advance."

"Come in, have a cup of tea and talk slowly." McGonagall, as expected, sidled out of the way.

Gloria took a step forward, but stopped again. She looked up at MEG, blushing, biting her lips, and stopping.

McGonagall looked at the shy young girl in front of her, and suddenly felt that she would not

No, no! Now Elena is still sitting in it. She's just about to catch him. Gloria, if something happens, it won't end well.

In the dining room, the corner of Elena's mouth rose, but it was a little chilly. She grasped the back of the chair around her and slowly tightened her hand.

Gloria took out her hand behind her and handed it to MEG with a red face. Her eyes moved down and she did not dare to look at him. She whispered, "this is a little bit of my heart. Thank you for your help all this time."

"It's a gift." McGonagall was a little relieved, and somehow lost?

"Why be so polite, I'll take it." McGonagall took the paper bag with a smile. The mouth of the bag was open and a touch of green was very bright. It seemed that it was a scarf.

Meg's eyelids jumped and quickly closed the bag for fear that Irina might think.

"I started weaving in winter, but I'm so clumsy that I've just finished it today." Gloria said with some embarrassment.

"It's OK, at least once before the end of winter." MEG laughed.

He knew how busy Gloria was, and he could make time to knit a scarf for him. He couldn't bear it.

Gloria also laughed, warm in heart, and looked up at MEG again. Her eyes were soft and moist. Mr. McGonagall was still a gentle man.

"Husband, who is this girl?" Just then, a voice came from the restaurant.

"Husband?" Gloria was stunned and looked into the dining room. An elf in a long blue dress stood up from her seat and was looking at the direction of the door with a smile.

"What a beautiful spirit Gloria's eyes are slightly bright, and her delicate and impeccable facial features can only be seen in her own mirror on weekdays. Her slender waist and plump breasts are more charming with her well tailored long skirt. Even as a woman, she still feels very amazing.

But... What did she mean by "husband"? My husband... Isn't it!

Gloria's eyes widened a little. She noticed that the fairy's beautiful blue eyes were as clear as the sky. Little Amy also had such eyes.

She suddenly realized that this elf... Should be little Amy's mother, the landlady who had never appeared in the restaurant before, nor in Mr. McGonagall's mouth.

Gloria felt as if her heart had been hit by something, a little confused, and even her ears were buzzing.

It's a bad feeling.

It turns out that Mr. McGonagall's wife has not died as rumored, she will come, and she is so beautiful.

Then her eyes caught a glimpse of the bag in Meg's hand, her face flushed to the bottom of her ears, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

In front of other people's wife to send their own hand-woven scarf, this kind of thing... She did!

"This is Gloria, the owner of Dylan clothing, my friend, and a very close partner." MEG introduced Elena, closed the door and introduced Gloria: "this is my wife Caroline."

"How are you..." Gloria nodded slightly to Irina. When Meg said "wife", her heart was touched.

"You have beautiful hair. I often hear MEG talk about you." Irina looked at Gloria with a smile and said that there was no hostility in her eyes, but more appreciation.

Irina did not refuse to admit that Gloria was indeed a very beautiful girl. Although her delicate facial features were more calm than those of other girls, they were still full of youth.

She heard MEG talk about Gloria. She grew from an autistic girl to a new business star in just a few months. She also appreciated her disposition and ability.

"Your looks are amazing." Gloria smile, slightly complex mood, but has calmed down.

"Sit down and take your time." Said Meg.

"I see me..." said Gloria hesitantly.

"I won't disturb you when you talk about work. I'm just going to go out." Before Gloria spoke, Elena came to the door. When she came to Gloria's side, she gave her a smile and said, "you talk slowly, and stay for dinner in the evening."

With that, Irina looked at MEG again and said, "treat people well."

Then, without waiting for them to say anything, they directly opened the door and went out, just like a hostess.

Leaving MEG and Gloria at the door a little embarrassed.

"Sit down first. I'll prepare ten sets of spring clothes. Let's see if they fit." MEG broke the silence and went to the counter.

Gloria looked at Meg's back, clenched her fist, went to the table with the tea set, looked at the chair in which Irina had sat before, and sat down in the next chair.

Yes, she's here to talk to Mr. McGonagall about spring clothes. It's very important to work. Dai LAN is still waiting for the new spring clothes.

MEG took a stack of drawings and saw Gloria sitting on another chair with her mouth slightly tilted. She collected Elena's cup and poured a cup of tea for Gloria again. Then she opened the drawing and said, "the spring season is short, and the capacity of Indigo is limited, so I didn't prepare too many styles."