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

"Mr. Mai, you are really a genius. After listening to your explanation, you are suddenly enlightened. Although you don't want to join our team, if you are interested, you can study the steam engine yourself. If necessary, we don't mind providing you with information. We will never compete with you for the future results. We just hope that the steam engine can be released earlier, Prove that what we have been doing is right. " At the door of the dining room, Haider said, looking at MEG.

"Well, if I have time, I'll ask the dean for advice." McGonagall looked at Haider with a serious expression. His conscience suddenly hurt. Seeing the magnanimous appearance of other people's intellectuals, he really felt guilty as a capitalist.

However, Heidegger's words also gave MEG an idea. If he suddenly got a steam engine to go to the city Lord's mansion, it would be somewhat abrupt. However, if he said that it was an improvement and invention based on Heidegger's, everything would be natural. With Heidegger's line, cooperation would be easier.

Seeing off Haider, McGonagall turned to enter the door and saw the white bearded old elf standing in the distance looking at the direction of the restaurant. It seemed that he had been standing there for some time and seemed to be observing him. He was still sensitive to the elves.

"Recently, there have been some Elven guests in the restaurant. They haven't made any mistakes. They should be just curious people, right?" McGonagall thought to himself, locking the door, lifting a corner curtain and taking a look at it. The old elf had disappeared. He was a little puzzled. He put down the blinds and didn't care.

Amy has become the apprentice of Krasu and Julian. The restaurant is becoming more and more famous. These prying eyes will only be more and more. We should learn to accept it calmly, and then accept it as if nothing happened. I believe that no one in the world will believe that the Dragon King butcher who once dominated the sky will become the boss of a restaurant in the city of chaos, right?

"Cooking is my job." McGonagall went into the kitchen and forgot about the steam engine. The idea of earning extra money is naturally OK, but the restaurant is the stable source of income. Now the net profit can easily exceed 200000 copper coins every day. Moreover, with the enrichment of dishes and the improvement of cooking speed, this figure should have room for improvement.

"We have to find a way to dispose of the chicken as soon as possible, but there are so many chicken that Xiaomi and I can't finish it in a few days. The dishes we cook for our guests must use the ingredients provided by the system, so as to ensure that there is no deviation in the taste of each dish." McGonagall opened the fridge and looked at the turkey stuffed with two squares. He had a headache.

"Forget it, just throw it away if you can't finish it. Anyway, it's not money." MEG closed the refrigerator door, went out of the kitchen and went upstairs to sleep.

For dinner, McGonagall cooked a stewed chicken rice according to Amy's request. McGonagall also served a stewed chicken without bones to the ugly duckling. The rice was filled with chicken soup. The little guy grabbed the plate with his little paw and ate happily.

"There seems to be a little left." McGonagall looked at the rest of the stewed chicken in the casserole, because the ugly duckling ate less, so there was more than half of the stewed chicken for three, and there was a little more rice.

"Father, if you have any spare, can you put it on a plate for me?" Amy stood at the kitchen door, watching MEG plead.

"Xiaomi has already eaten two bowls of rice. Although it's delicious, we can't eat too much." MEG smiles and shakes his head. It's really a greedy cat.

"Xiaomi doesn't eat when she's full, but if there's any extra, I want to send one to Jessica. She certainly hasn't eaten tonight. She always saves food for her mother." Amy shook her head and said, "Charles and Derek certainly didn't eat either. If they saw that I only gave Jessica food, they would be sad, even though they were very strong..."

"My Xiaomi is so kind. Come on, don't worry about it. You can count how many children there are. My father makes one for each of them and two for Jessica, so that they can all eat." MEG went to the door, touched Amy's hair with a smile, then squatted down to look into her eyes and said seriously, "but only for once, we're not ready to help anyone."

"Well, there are twenty children in all. It's very kind of you, father!" Amy nodded, hugged MEG on the cheek, and laughed happily.

"Go and play with the ugly duckling. It will take a while to do it well." MEG smiles, touches Amy's hair, turns around and walks towards the refrigerator, suddenly feeling a little distressed.

Although Huolie chicken can use its own, the money for other side dishes can't be reduced at all. Twenty stewed chicken ingredients cost 6000 copper dollars.

But how can Amy refuse? MEG wanted to protect Amy's kindness and her smile.

However, this is the only time. Although there is a lot of turnover every day, the high cost of purchasing physical fitness still makes MEG feel a little urgent. It is the most urgent thing to improve his strength. As for doing good, it is the only thing that people can do. He is not a virgin who sacrifices himself for others. In his heart, Amy is the first.

MEG made 22 braised chicken rice in two times, all packed in the matching lunch box provided by the system, and carefully packed one into two large bags.

"Xiaomi, let's go. Let's go." Meg said with a smile as he looked at Amy with a bag in his hand.

"Father, can you wait for me? I want to change my clothes." Emily came to her beautiful purple dress and looked at MEG.

"Well, go ahead." McGonagall nodded with a smile. It seemed that the little guy wanted to look better when he went to see his old friend.

"Yes, yes." Amy nodded, turned around and ran upstairs with short legs. After a while, she came downstairs. The purple skirt was replaced by a simple light yellow floral skirt.

"Are you going out in this today?" McGonagall looked at Amy a little surprised and asked, this is what he thought would be more convenient to wear for her at home. It's the simplest one of her clothes. Originally, he thought Amy would wear the purple skirt with little flowers on her chest. She liked that skirt best.

"Well, Jessica likes yellow dresses. She will be very happy to see me in them." Amy nodded seriously.

"Well, let's go." Meg's heart softened. He had not seen such a pure and beautiful friendship for a long time.

MEG was carrying two big bags, Amy was holding the ugly duckling, locked the door, and walked towards Aden square for more than ten minutes. In a corridor not far away, more than a dozen children were sitting quietly in their chairs, clearing the day's income.

"Amy!" In the corner, a little girl stood up, looked at MEG in disbelief, and breathed out.