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

MEG received Cynthia's first draft a week later.

When he got the thick manuscript, McGonagall praised Cynthia's efficiency and diligence. Compared with the original script, it obviously added more than 100 million details.

However, after MEG made a pot of black tea for himself, sat idly in front of the French window, opened the heavy "phantom of * *" and read it carefully.

Cynthia sat opposite him, holding hot tea in her hands, watching Meg's expression carefully.

This is the first time for her to hand in the manuscript to her boss face to face. She is a little nervous, a little ashamed, and a little expecting.

It's a work she's been working hard for a week, not only because of her love, but also because MEG has given so much.

After a while, McGonagall closed the book slowly, looked at Cynthia for a while with a strange expression, took a sip of tea, put the cup down gently, and said, "do you know how many years it will take to write this kind of thing in another place?"

"Ah?" Cynthia looked puzzled.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. I told you to enrich the details. How can you just enrich the details? Someone said, "as soon as the lamp goes out, the bed is swaying, and the spring light is all over the room." you have spread out 20000 words of the plot that you have brought with you MEG put his hand on his forehead and felt like he was about to crack.

"Don't you mean to let me write what I'm good at..." Cynthia bowed her head and blushed, but still felt wronged.

"I'm talking about details! Details

"Isn't it fine enough?"

"Er..." McGonagall looked at Cynthia and was speechless for a moment.

The two were relatively silent for a while, and MEG quietly picked up the book again, skipping those children's stories with rich details. The overall completion is still very good. It has changed from an obscure script to a popular novel that can be read freely.

This girl is really a talent, but it's a pity that she doesn't use it in the right way.

"It has to be changed." MEG put down the book again and looked at Cynthia.

Cynthia pursed her lips. When she was writing a novel, what she was most afraid of was that the editor said she would revise it, which was much more painful than writing.

"Where to change it?"

The Lord of gold can't afford to offend. Cynthia can only ask.

"Change the part that is not suitable for children to the level that children can see." Said Meg.

Cynthia blinked and said, "what are the specific criteria?"

McGonagall thought for a while and said, "no description is allowed below the neck."

"A world of heads?" Cynthia exclaimed.

McGonagall rolled his eyes: "it's not just the head, it's not to describe in detail."

"How can that be! The most important thing in a novel is the details. Without the details, the sense of reality will be lost. I can't accept this kind of modification. " Cynthia retorted.

McGonagall, surprised by Cynthia's retort, pondered, "but this is a book for a wider audience."

"It's better for children not to read novels. In this world, it's not only children who read novels, and I don't write children's books. Why should I make do with them.

What I don't write in my book, they can't see the beautiful little sister in short skirt and bra when they walk on the street? What they can't see in the open, they will also hide in the quilt and secretly see. " Cynthia said with a serious expression and a firm tone.

McGonagall couldn't help laughing when he looked at Cynthia and nodded: "OK, that's not according to this standard, but you still have to cut out those plots. This is a serious novel, which focuses on the emotional development between men and women and the plot of facing the enemy together, which is enough to support the story.

I hope that if this novel can be widely spread, it is because the story itself is wonderful enough, not because it is suitable for hiding in bed and reading secretly. "

"But..."

"If you insist on joining the plot, unless you sign Cynthia at the back of the book." McGonagall said calmly.

Cynthia opened her mouth and finally nodded, "OK."

She would never dare to do such a shameful thing.

And as McGonagall said, this is a very good story, even without those plots, it will not affect the brilliance of the story at all, and it will have a broader readership.

"You can take it back and revise it. You can keep that part of the content first. If this book is popular, it can be published as an adult version with humanities later." MEG pushed the book in front of Cynthia.

"Is that ok?" As soon as Cynthia's eyes brightened, she was still there, but her hard work was deleted, and MEG gave her another way out.

"The premise is that the original work can be ignited first." McGonagall said with a smile, "so when you go back, you can think about it."

"Well, I'll go back first." Cynthia put down her glass, picked up the book on the table, got up and left.

"Such a diligent writer is rare." Meg said to himself with a smile as Cynthia's back disappeared outside the door.

After two cups of tea, McGonagall got up and pushed his bike out of the house.

These days, in addition to going to the hope school to teach the children, McGonagall also built a film city outside the city on the outskirts of the Warcraft mountains.

To make a movie, the location is very important.

McGonagall turned around the city of chaos, failed to find a suitable site, and finally decided to build a site with his own money.

The story of the ghost of a beautiful girl has been changed by him. The story no longer takes place in lanruo temple, but in a mountain cave.

The hero is not a scholar who has no place to settle down, but a cook who goes into a cave to find food

The cave is built on a precipice outside the Warcraft mountains. It is transformed from a natural cave. It is probably: the mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light from the mouth. At the beginning, he was very narrow, and then he was able to understand people. After walking dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.

MEG chose this place because it is a huge natural cave inside. It is a beautiful scenic spot after a little transformation.

Moreover, the internal caves extend in all directions, enough to meet most of the fighting needs, and the number of scenes to be built is also greatly reduced.

When MEG arrived at the scene, a group of Elves were building bamboo buildings. An underground river slowly flowed around the house, and fish could be seen swimming happily in the clear river.

There are many luminous pearls inlaid on the top of the cave for lighting. Of course, they are not real luminous pearls. They are lamp pearls imitating luminous pearls. The lighting effect is much better than luminous pearls. The key is that they are cheap.

"Mr. McGonagall." A few elves who were familiar with Meg said hello.

"Hard work." McGonagall nodded with a smile. During this period, his projects were contracted by the night elf construction team, and there were many acquaintances at the scene.

The elves work carefully, with high efficiency and high aesthetics. Besides being a little expensive, they are much easier to use than the dwarf construction team.