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

"Deal, after the host to complete the task of the food can be at your disposal, and is not included in the illegal operation!" Dead general silence lasted for a long time, and then sounded the system, some subdued voice, with a bit of thick unwilling.

"Children can be taught." McGonagall nodded with satisfaction. The system needs to be adjusted step by step. You can't kneel and lick too hastily. In this way, the system will produce a mess of affectation problems. Of course, you can't be too conceited. After all, all the good things are in the system. Slapping a sweet date is the right posture for the system.

Of course, McGonagall is still in the experimental stage, slowly testing the bottom line and core setting of the system. If it's setting dead rules, we can still follow the system's requirements without danger. After all, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, so there's no need to be too rigid.

Anyway, there is no such thing as integrity in the system. McGonagall never thinks it can be sold for money, but he will be more happy to lose it.

"In the learning of this system, if there is nothing, please don't disturb the system..." the system silently floats a line of words, completely no sound.

"You're not really going to learn that, are you?" McGonagall's expression suddenly became strange. Although the system likes to learn, it is the abyss of sin. I hope it can get rid of it as soon as possible.

"Systematic learning..." McGonagall's mind began to have a line of words that began to circulate.

"..." McGonagall felt as if he had done something bad. It was not good to teach bad children.

MEG walked slowly towards the city of chaos with Amy on his back. Halfway through the walk, Amy insisted on walking down by herself, holding the ugly duckling in her arms and trying to keep up with MEG with her short legs.

"What a sensible little fellow." McGonagall slowed down a little and walked with her in the middle of the road, smiling.

Because Amy walked one third of the way and came back with a heavy load, it was half an hour's journey. MEG and they walked for one and a half hours to get to the city gate.

"Hoo, it's finally here. I'm tired to death." Amy looked up at the gate of the city. A drop of sweat fell from her cheek and fell on the ugly duckling's face.

"Ugly duckling, I think you're getting heavier again. You need to lose weight when you go back." Amy looked down at the duckling and said seriously.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling widened her blue eyes and looked at Amy innocently, trying to explain himself.

"Anyway, I have to run around the restaurant ten times at night to go to bed." Amy insisted strongly.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling immediately looked up at the sky.

"The ugly duckling is growing up, just like Amy is growing tall, so it becomes heavy." McGonagall said with a smile. His eyes lit up. He turned to his ugly duckling and said, "but I think it's good to run ten laps before going to bed. I also need proper exercise when I grow up."

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling continued to look at the sky.

"Let's go. It's great for Xiaomi to come here by himself. Come on up and let's go by bike." MEG squatted down with a smile, waited for Amy to come up, and walked towards the city.

"Well? Captain, isn't that the father and daughter in the morning? They came back so soon

"It's a fiery chicken in my hand? Is it the tusk of a copper boar in the other hand

The guards at the city gate also noticed MEG passing by with Amy on his back. Two young guards could not help but say in a surprised whisper.

"The city of chaos, crouching tiger, hidden dragon, no one can underestimate." Patty looked at McGonagall's back, nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, with an unexpected expression.

"System, I need to pick up the car." Entering the city, McGonagall said directly in his mind. After walking all morning, he was a little tired.

"Systematic learning..." but there is still only that text circulating in my mind.

McGonagall picks his eyebrows. The system is finished. Suddenly, his eyes send a small icon in the lower right corner, which says four big words: "self help pick up the car". He tries to click it with his thinking, and immediately jumps out of a three-dimensional map, which is a 50 meter map with him as the center, and prompts him to choose the location to pick up the car.

McGonagall looked around and made sure that he was picking up the car in the deserted Lane next to him. He had just parked the car there. After hearing the prompt of arrival, he took Amy to the lane.

"Get in the car, let's go home." Looking at the bicycle parked in the alley, McGonagall said with a smile that the system is still full of snacks and knows to reserve a self-service car pick-up service.

"OK, take a bus home!" Amy nodded happily, ran to the bicycle, put the duckling in the basket, grabbed the handle and climbed into the back seat.

"Meow, meow, meow," said the ugly duckling, holding the basket with her little paws. She looked at Amy pitifully, with a look of fear on her face.

"Ugly duckling, hold on." McGonagall put the pig's teeth into the basket, picked up his legs and got on the bus. With a handle in one hand and a flaming chicken in the other, McGonagall pushed his bicycle forward, turned out of the alley and drove towards Aden square.

"Meow ~ ~" the ugly duckling tries to hold the big pig teeth rolling around in the basket and strive for some space to be squeezed.

"I hope there won't be many guests at the door of the restaurant." McGonagall looked at his watch. The time just points to 11 o'clock. Usually, there will be guests queuing at the door of the restaurant.

Since we have said to ask for a day off, naturally we have to keep our word. To say that one day is one day.

McGonagall needs to give his hands a little time to recover. Fried rice and bean curd are OK, but rougamo needs to be kneaded. The wound on his right hand is not good.

There were no guests at the door of the restaurant, but MEG could see from a distance that the knife mountain, half a meter high, was stacked up at the door, reflecting cold light in the sun, and his eyes were almost blinded.

"So fierce?" McGonagall picked his eyebrows and felt the terrible resentment of the guests for his leave.

"Wow, there are so many beautiful swords. May I choose one, father?" Amy's eyes lit up, looked at the stacked swords, and asked expectantly.

"All right, Amy can choose one from among them." The bike stopped at the door of the restaurant, and MEG nodded with a smile. Some of these swords look very delicate and sharp. Rich people are very willful.

"Boss, you're back!" At this time, from the side of the restaurant out of the two figures, full of surprise said.