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

McGonagall's film ambition is taking shape, but McGonagall has no idea what step this new device can take.

But since Vicky's opera can be popular, it should not be very difficult to promote in this entertainment deficient world to spend dozens of copper dollars on a ticket and a movie.

As long as the habit of watching movies is formed, everything will be easy to do.

McGonagall doesn't like making movies. He just wants to be angry.

Fire, can continue life!

He didn't want his wife and daughter to be taken care of when he was 100 years old. He couldn't swallow that!

Seven days after returning from lodu, McGonagall ignored old lady Denise's constant advances and went straight to lodu early in the morning.

"Has seven days come yet?" Vicky, with two obvious dark circles under her eyes, looked at MEG standing at the door for a long time.

"Yes, it's just seven days." McGonagall nodded with a smile, just like the editor who came for the first time.

"Wait a minute. I'll wash my face." Vicky slammed the door, and then this wash, is an hour.

McGonagall went to talk to miss Effie for a while, inspected the construction site of the cinema, and checked whether the recent merchants were qualified.

Back at the opera house, Vicky finally came out with a thick book.

"Haven't you had breakfast yet?" MEG put a bowl of noodles in front of Vicky, which had just been cooked by the chef in the next pub.

"Gululu"

Vicki's not hungry has not yet said that the stomach has been reported in advance.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll finish." McGonagall said with a smile. I can see that this girl should have stayed up late.

"Then I'm welcome." Vicky picked up the chopsticks, held the bowl and began to eat the sliced noodles.

Hungry stomach, get the best comfort, fatigue immediately eliminated a lot, than that has appeared drug-resistant water of life also works.

"Delicious." Vicky puffed her mouth and said vaguely.

MEG leaned against the chair and looked at Vicky with a smile.

This girl looks like a lady with a high status. She works very hard. Originally, he didn't report much hope this time, but seeing her like this, she should have finished almost.

A bowl of sliced noodles soon entered Vicki's stomach, even the soup did not leave a drop.

Put down the bowl, Vicki still has a bit of meaning, she has not had such a delicious and comfortable breakfast for a long time.

"Another bowl." Vicky said subconsciously.

"Then I'll go and get you another bowl?" MEG gets up.

"No, no, no, I'm just kidding." Vicky quickly pulled him with a red face.

This is Alex. She doesn't have such a big face.

MEG sat down again. Vicky took the bowl aside and handed over the thick book she had taken out.

"Done?" McGonagall took over the book, the cover read: "magic love" (tentative).

"The script is basically finished, but there are still many details to be optimized and some dialogues to be modified." Vicky nodded, a little embarrassed, said: "especially the grand finale and climax, the writing is more hasty, the optimization space is still relatively large."

McGonagall opened the catalog and looked at it for a while. Generally, he could see the trend of the story, but the content was still a little raw and there was a lot of room for optimization.

And this is a script, different from the novel, the readability is relatively poor.

McGonagall happens to have a talent on hand to optimize this kind of thing.

"It's very good. It's very good to be able to achieve this level in such a short time." McGonagall closed the script and said with a smile, "I'll take this script first. You'll continue to optimize the script. I'll find a novelist to adapt it into a novel and put it on the market first."

"A novel first?" Vicky was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's a brand new story after all. It's not realistic to directly attract the audience into the cinema, so I plan to adapt it into a novel first, and try my best to make it popular, so that the follow-up publicity will achieve twice the result with half the effort." MEG nodded.

"You are very far sighted." Vicky looks at MEG with admiration. His understanding of business operation is far beyond her.

"Don't worry. I'll show it to you after the modification. I'll publish it only after you think it meets the requirements." MEG looked at Vicky and said, "it's your work after all. I will fully respect your opinion."

"Well." Vicky nodded with a smile. She was moved by the warmth in her heart.

"Then I don't go to Luodu very often. When you're finished, send a message to me directly, and I'll come back to get the script." McGonagall was about to get up.

Vicky stood up, looked at MEG and said, "wait a minute. Are you sure you have a candidate for the actor? How about acting? "

McGonagall thought, nodding: "I think acting is still good, the performance."

Vicky's expression is a little strange. MEG really looks like a real performance. After all, although he didn't kill the old dominator, he really sealed it.

But who is the demon?

"Where's the devil?" Vicky asked.

"That's an employee of my restaurant. Her acting talent is very good, but as you remind me, I think it's necessary to send her to you to learn her acting skills, so as not to delay her when she really comes on stage." MEG nodded thoughtfully.

"In fact... I have a wide range of acting skills." Vicky lifted her hair and tried to show a charming expression.

"You're still young. It's longer." MEG looked at her and shook his head.

"You go. I'll give you the script when it's finished." Vicky said angrily and got up to see off the guests.

"Come and have a barbecue when you have time." Meg said with a smile, getting up and walking towards the door.

Vicky originally wanted to have the backbone to say no, but when the words came to her mouth, it turned into: "OK, I will come!"

The barbecue is so delicious that people can't resist it!

……

MEG took the script back to the city of chaos and ran to Cynthia's house.

When she knocked on the door, Cynthia looked at him with a yawn. She looked sleepy, as if she had just woken up.

"Here, this is the first work in your agreement." McGonagall handed over the script.

"Magic love"? What a tacky title. " Cynthia took the book with a slight frown, a little disgusted.

"What about the phantom of the kitchen god?" Asked MEG.

"More vulgar." Cynthia looked at him and replied earnestly.

McGonagall was silent for a moment. He shook the pot and said, "this is what the man took."

"What style is this? Is it the script of a play? It's like something different? " Cynthia opened the heavy script, looked at a few pages, and asked suspiciously.