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

"The first day of hard work!"

Vicky locked the door of the office, took out a ball from her ring and put it on the desk. She counted with her fingers, and a virtual screen and a virtual keyboard appeared.

Although BCI has been popular in the underground city for many years, Vicky still likes the rhythm of keyboard code, which can give her more inspiration.

But McGonagall had set the frame and content of the story, so she went through the first draft in her head in a brain computer way.

Unconstrained ideas can not be presented in the lens, so even the fantasy in the mind, still follow the basic logic and principles.

So it took Vicky all night just to go through the story in her head.

Vicky opened her eyes and looked at the first draft in front of her. Her tired face lightened a lot.

"It's really a good story, but we need to add a billion details to it." Vicky brushes the manuscript up and down, occasionally makes a little modification, and the bell rings at the desk.

"It's seven o'clock so soon?" Vicky reached out to turn off the alarm clock. Although she was in the mood, her inspiration was boiling, but she had to put it on hold.

"Drink some water of life, wash your face, have some breakfast, and start to prepare for the performance in the morning." Vicky put away the ball on the table, took out the water of life and took a sip. She felt that her tired spirit recovered instantly and her physical strength became abundant, just like a good sleep.

"If it could be made into a drink, it would be very popular, wouldn't it?" Vicky looks at the bottle admiringly, which is much better than most of the recovery potions.

"The story is good, but the name is too hard to hear. I will change it sooner or later?" Vicky muttered and went out.

……

MEG had a good sleep and gave the script to Vicky. He was very relieved.

At the end of the morning, he went out for a ride on his bicycle, but he didn't find a suitable location. Instead, he met Angela, who was sitting in a corner of the park reading.

"What are you reading here?" MEG stopped the bike in front of her and looked curiously.

Angela raised her head at the sound and saw Meg's face turn red. She hid her book behind her with her backhand.

"Old... Boss, why are you here?" Angela's voice is a little nervous.

McGonagall saw that she was nervous, red faced and panting, and her expression was a little strange. This girl is not reading that kind of book, is she?

But think about it, this girl is not big or small. She is just curious about these things. Besides, she often contacts with demons. She is full of dirty jokes and comes to the corner of the park to learn some new knowledge. It seems that there is nothing wrong with her.

Instead, he suddenly ran over, startled her and disturbed her interest.

"Oh, nothing. I just happened to pass by. Keep watching." MEG left on his bicycle.

"He... He won't see it, will he?" Angela looked at McGonagall's back and murmured. She didn't take out the book until McGonagall went away. On the cover of the book, the author of "boss McGonagall's wife" was written.

"What does she mean by letting me continue to see?"

"Let me learn a little?"

"The sisters are right, men really don't have a good thing..."

"But it's a good book. Go on."

……

"Editor Da Da, I just went to buy breakfast. When I passed by the bookstore, I saw the book changed its name?" Northwest lone wolf chews big meat cake, across the window and outside, the kind-hearted middle-aged woman said.

"It's not that boss Mai's wife has come back. Let's just rub a little bit of heat and add a little bit of conflict, which is just in line with your update this time." The editor said with a smile, "don't you know that the sales volume of the new volume has exceeded the total sales volume of the previous six volumes just two days after it was renamed. You are going to break the circle! Fire

"Cough, cough, cough..." Cynthia, who was drinking water from her glass, suddenly coughed.

"Don't be too excited. According to the contract we signed before, the sales volume will increase, and your contribution will not be low. As long as you update well, the contribution fee this time will certainly be enough for you for several years." The editor said with a smile.

Cynthia finally stopped coughing. She reached out and wiped the water off her mouth. She looked at the editor seriously and said, "then... Will boss Mai see this book?"

The editor shook his head with a smile: "don't worry, our book is aimed at female users. Except for a few special men, boss Mai should not buy this book."

"That's good." Cynthia was a little relieved. She had to go to McMillan's for dinner. If Mr. McMillan had read the book, she would be embarrassed to go again.

"But although he won't buy it, I think the women around him may see that I heard the editor in chief talking about printing with the printer before going out today." The editor said again.

"It's over..." Cynthia slumped in her seat, feeling dead again.

"Don't worry. No one in the editorial department knows northwest lone wolf is a beautiful girl except me." The editor said with a smile.

"That's good." Cynthia regained her hope of living and took a bite of the patty.

"But yesterday, the chief editor held a meeting to vote on whether you want to hold a signing meeting. At present, it seems that all the votes are passed." The editor added.

"What! no way! I'm not going Cynthia jumped straight out of her chair.

"I'm afraid we can't. when we signed the contract, you have to cooperate with the propaganda work of the editorial department."

"You... Even you betrayed me!" Cynthia wanted to cry, but no tears.

"I just think you have a good image, and there is a very good contrast between you and your pseudonym. Maybe you can make a successful circle and become a new generation of love queen." The editor said innocently, "did I do it wrong?"

"Bullshit love queen ah, this is little h Wen queen ah... Maybe as soon as I arrived at the signing ceremony, I was tortured away." Cynthia collapsed in her seat.

The pseudonym is her last barrier. Since she wrote down those words, she never thought that she would use it to meet people one day.

And now the editorial office is asking her to hold a signing meeting so excessively?

Is this a book that can be put on sale?

Is she shameless?

"Take your time to have breakfast. Remember to write this month's manuscripts in advance. I'll let you know when there is definite news about the signing meeting." The editor went straight away.

"Don't run! I tell you, I am absolutely! absolutely! There will never be a signing meeting! " Cynthia got up from her chair and cried in the direction of the door.