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

It was a great disappointment for the Delmar girls, and they lost interest immediately.

"But boss, now I admire your charm even more. It's amazing how charming it is to make a 40 year old stingy man write such a delicate novel." Angela said, looking at MEG strangely.

MEG gave her a sidelong look, ignoring his obscure question.

"If the novelist speaks up, it should be over. The rumor mongers really go too far. They just want our restaurant to get into a scandal and then lose." She said angrily.

"Even if there's a scandal, the guests who leave can't get to them." MEG shook his head with a smile and went into the kitchen to get ready for the evening.

"Come here, Phyllis, and I'll teach you how to knead the dough." MEG yelled in the kitchen.

"Here it is Phyllis rushes into the kitchen like the wind. Her face is full of excitement. She is finally qualified to unlock new skills.

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At ten o'clock the next morning, Meg, with Irina's disguised secretary, met Cyril as expected at Delmar.

Irina takes out the contract and asks Delma and Cyril to confirm it again.

Delma skimmed the contract, focused on the amount and confirmed that it was correct.

Cyril didn't even bother to look at it. He looked directly at MEG and asked, "are you going to print a million copies?"

McGonagall looked at him with a slight smile and nodded, "yes."

"Well, then you have to sell well and try to sell them all, so that the story of this pair of scum men and bitches can spread all over the continent of Nolan." Cyril's smile grew triumphant.

"It's a literary work." Meg said flatly.

On one side, Delma was afraid that Cyril would infuriate McGonagall, so he quickly took over and said, "yes, this is an excellent literary work, Mr. lev. We have checked the contract. There is no problem. Let's sign the contract directly."

"Good." MEG nodded. Elena had handed over a pen. He signed the contract and pressed his fingerprints.

Delma and Cyril, the guarantor, also learned to press their fingerprints.

"The contract is in triplicate, one for each of us." McGonagall put away a contract and snapped his fingers.

Elena took out a silver note and handed it to him.

"This is a silver note for five million copper coins. It's the first authorization fee." McGonagall pushed the bank note in front of Delma, got up and stretched out his right hand. "Happy cooperation, Mr. Delma."

"Good cooperation, Mr. lev." Delma shook hands with MEG with a smile on her face. Then she picked up the bank note, checked it carefully, filled in a receipt and handed it to MEG.

Cyril on one side was a little envious. Five million copper coins were so easy to get. It was a good business.

MEG left with Elena, just when the wind came out, willow branches swaying, catkins flying.

"It's a good funeral scene." MEG grinned coldly.