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

Amy and Xiaoguai's warning has an ordinary deterrent effect, but it makes the guests realize that they really shouldn't talk about their father like this in front of their children, and all kinds of gossips are gone.

"There's nothing to talk about. Let's talk about bean curd. I think it's a nice day today. It's suitable for eating salty bean curd."

"What salty bean curd, sweet bean curd and good weather match better! Long live sweet party

"Sweet bean curd is heresy!"

Soon, the traditional debate at the door of the McMillan restaurant began again.

Cynthia, standing in the line, had a complex mind. She had made up her mind to go to the editorial office early tomorrow morning and ask them to take off the book.

Although this book has brought her a lot of money, if it comes at the expense of boss Mai's reputation, she will feel uneasy.

All along, she is proud of her ability to support herself with her pen and paper.

She can lose a profitable book, but she can't lose her personality.

The restaurant is open and the guests come in one after another.

Cynthia went up to Meg, nodded as usual, and was about to pass him.

"Northwest lone wolf." McGonagall suddenly whispered four words.

Cynthia's step, suddenly side head looking at MEG, eyes suddenly wide circle, as if frightened general.

But McGonagall said hello to the next guest with a cool face, as if he wasn't the one who spoke before.

"Hallucinations? No... it's really boss Mai's voice! But he... But how did he know? " Cynthia's heart thumped, as if she had done something bad that was suddenly revealed.

The guest in the back looked at Cynthia standing still and coughed to remind her.

Cynthia came back, took a deep look at MEG, and quickly walked to an empty seat.

After sitting down, Cynthia still couldn't calm down.

In the city of chaos, except for his editor, no one knows what she looks like, male or female, including their old version.

But how did boss Mai know her pseudonym? No!

"Guest, what do you need?" Abelmia asked, smiling at Cynthia, a little distracted.

"Well? Ah... "Cynthia looked up at abelmia, stunned, and looked down at the menu in front of her, feeling a little uneasy and tangled.

"Does boss Mai know that I wrote the novel? Will he get back at me? Put medicine in the dish? Poisoning? " The more Cynthia thought about it, the more she felt cold in her back and sweaty in her palms.

"Guests?" Abemia looked at Cynthia's forehead in a cold sweat and asked with some concern, "are you ok?"

"I... I'm fine. I'll have a braised pork, a fish flavored eggplant and a bowl of rice." Cynthia said quickly, mind him, since boss Mai already knows, whether he poisons or poisons the food, she'll let him handle it.

Who let her get into this trouble? Even if boss Mai wanted to do something to her, she deserved it.

Cynthia's mind is playing games, and MEG is chipping noodles in the kitchen, but he is also quietly watching her.

He wanted to know what kind of mentality she had when she came to McMillan's for dinner. She was the kind of pervert who wanted to see how he collected when she made such a scene; Still feel sorry, want to make compensation.

At present, she seems to be a little guilty and uneasy about what happened, at least she doesn't show any schadenfreude.

Of course, that doesn't mean MEG forgives her.

Everyone has to pay for what they have done, no matter whether it is your intention or not, but it is triggered by a novel.

Before long, Cynthia's braised pork and eggplant with fish flavor came up.

Smelling the rich smell of meat, Cynthia swallowed.

For this meal, she specially saved breakfast and lunch, and emptied her stomach to welcome the delicious food.

But looking at the steaming stewed pork, full of tempting oil, exuding the aroma of crime, her mood is a bit tangled.

Eat, it's a positive signal from the body.

Don't eat, it's residual reason telling her the existence of risk.

Although this braised meat exudes an attractive aroma, it also hides an alarming dangerous smell.

But the struggle lasted less than three minutes.

She picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised meat and fed it to her mouth.

Ah——

This is the climax of delicious!

Even if you die like this, it's worth it!

Cynthia was beaming with joy, feeling that her life had reached its peak.

The hungry stomach has been comforted, and the taste buds have knelt down to sing.

Even though she knew it might be poisonous, she couldn't give up.

After a few pieces of braised pork and half a bowl of rice, Cynthia looked up in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes full of tears.

"Boss Mai, I'm sorry for you..."

Cynthia is really a little sorry. Such an excellent cook, such an excellent man, was criticized for being a scum man because of a fellow novel.

"Tomorrow, be sure to solve this problem, and then formally apologize to boss Mai." Cynthia thought, determined to make a decision.

She didn't want anyone to be hurt because of this. Her original intention was to write some interesting stories and share them with some of the same girls who were pregnant with spring, so as to earn a little living by the way.

At the end of the night, Gina held her sleeping baby, looked at MEG and said, "boss, don't take this matter too seriously. We all believe in you. The rumor will soon be broken."

"It's just a small thing." McGonagall smiles and gently touches the baby's face. "It's you. Are you not used to sleeping alone at night? Is it good to sleep at night? "

"Well, that's good." Gina nodded, smile exuding maternal brilliance, "every day is a sleep until dawn, do not cry do not make, hold her, feel sleep better."

"That's good. It's a little guy who knows how to make adults worry less." McGonagall said with a smile, originally worried that Gina would not be used to being a mother for the first time. Now it seems that this kind of worry is totally unnecessary.

"Then go back and have a rest." MEG stood at the door, watching the girls go away.

"Did you go out today and find the novelist?" Irina, standing behind MEG, asked with a smile.

MEG closed the door, turned to look at her, and asked with a smile, "guess who I found?"

"An acquaintance?" Irina was surprised.