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

"What does the Catering Association say?" In the leather sofa, Cyril was still playing with the snake, looking at Mars and asking.

"Director Stanley said it's still being verified and we'll be informed of the results." Mars bowed his head slightly.

"Verification? Does this kind of thing still need to be verified? It seems that Stanley is short of money again. He wants to get some expenses from us and send him ten dragon coins so that he can solve the problem as soon as possible. " Cyril turned his mouth and looked a little bit bad, and said, "this McMillan restaurant is not a good comer. The next day, there are two dishes in the top 30 and four dishes in the top 50. If this goes on, more people will complain. It's really annoying."

"All right." Mars nodded, hesitated and said: "but second young master, if this restaurant directly removed him from the list based on his real ability, it might cause some bad trouble."

"True skill? Ah, real skills are the least valuable things in the world. Can a small restaurant still compete with our Aden chamber of Commerce? " Cyril curled his mouth a little disdainfully. He put his finger on the snake's head and grabbed the snake's head. "Prepare 100 dragon coins. If Stanley can't solve the problem, send them directly to Warren. This old thing has been eating money from us all these years. It's getting harder and harder to feed him."

"Do you need to ask the president for instructions for 100 dragon coins?" Instead of nodding immediately, Mars looked at Cyril and asked.

"Do you need to ask the president for instructions for 100 dragon coins? But it's just a small sum of money. Over the years, we've given the Catering Association more than 10000 dragon dollars, right Cyril looked up at Mars, eyes slightly narrowed, voice slightly cold way: "Cyril, you have to remember who you are now, the president is old, later I will be the president."

"Yes, second young master." Mars bowed his head and said respectfully.

"How can this happen... Is it true that the Aden chamber of Commerce has been controlling the food rankings of Aden square these years? How can that be? " Outside the door, Gloria, wearing a black cap, stepped back two steps, looking in disbelief at the direction of the president's office.

She wanted to come to Jeffrey today. She had some ideas about what she had said at the dinner table, so she wanted to tell Jeffrey face to face.

But I didn't expect to hear the dialogue between Cyril and Mars, which was totally beyond her imagination.

Although she doesn't like her patriarchal grandfather, it can't be denied that Jeffrey, who started from scratch in just a few decades and created a huge foundation in the chaotic city, is indeed a legend enough to write into the history of the chaotic city.

The banks of the buffet family are enviable, and Aden chamber of commerce is the best one to let the businessmen of the chaotic city into the sight of Nolan.

So in Gloria's mind, she still has admiration and respect for Geoffrey, but now hearing the dialogue between Cyril and Mars, it seems that she can see the darkness under the glory of Aden chamber of Commerce. This contrast makes it difficult for her to adapt for a moment.

"Who's out there?" Cyril suddenly looked in the direction of the door.

Gloria's face was flustered. She picked up her skirt and turned to walk out.

Mars opened the door and came out, just to see Gloria disappear in the corner of the side face, eyes flashed a surprised color, but the face did not change.

"Who is it?" Cyril put down the snake and looked at Mars.

"Second young master, there is no one outside. Maybe the fat cat is stealing food again." Mars closed the door and shook his head.

"No, I have to tell boss Mai about this. The food in Maimi's restaurant is so delicious and has magical effect. It's not surprising that it occupies the top five of the list. But now it's going to be dropped because of the involvement of Aden chamber of Commerce. It's too unfair. It shouldn't be what Aden chamber of commerce should be like." Gloria shook her head, looked back at the towering Aden chamber of Commerce building, slowly clenched her fist, her eyes gradually firmed up, and whispered to herself, "no, Aden chamber of commerce should not be like this. If it can only develop in this direction in Cyril's hands, let me pick up everything my father has put down, Who says women must be worse than men! "

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McGonagall doesn't feel much about the sweet salted bean curd entering the top 50. Anyway, his goal is to have one dish in the top 30 and finish the task.

During the afternoon break, MEG visited the new blacksmith shop in Mobai. The size of the shop is similar to that of the old one. However, the exhibition hall in the front is smaller, and the work area in the back is larger, adding a furnace and a larger iron table.

Under the guidance of Mo Bai, Lu Lu, with his bare upper body, is meticulously brandishing a large hammer. A red square iron block on the iron table is getting smaller with the speed visible to the naked eye. Every drop of the hammer makes a dull sound, as if the eardrum is shaking.

"Well, that's good. Today you can just slice this piece of iron." Mo Bai nodded with satisfaction, but also swung the hammer to continue beating the sword which was already semi-finished in front of him.

At first, he didn't plan to accept apprentices, but this big fool looks silly, but he appreciates his hard work and quick hands and feet. The suggestion given by boss Mai seems to be highly feasible, but it will take a lot of time to produce finished products to meet his requirements. If there are more helpers in the store, the efficiency can be improved a lot, More time can also be squeezed out to study the stability of the powder.

"Boss Mobai, are you starting work today?" McGonagall stood outside the door, feeling the temperature, a little strange.

Yesterday, those dwarf craftsmen spent a day and a night rebuilding the blacksmith shop, which surprised him. Unexpectedly, it was just rebuilt, and Mobai started to work with lulu.

"It's boss Mai. There are several orders in a hurry. We can start work now. Of course, we can't stop." Mo Bai put down the hammer, stamped the ground with a smile and said, "and I didn't let them dig the tunnel this time. When this batch of goods is ready, I'll go to the suburbs to have a look and make an experiment in an empty place."

"Well, that's good." McGonagall nodded with a smile and looked at the iron shop. With the ink white technology and the magic flame of the world, it's still very promising to forge qualified steel. When the time comes, we can discuss with him about making a steam engine.

"Well, I won't disturb your work." McGonagall took back his eyes, said a word, and turned to leave. In fact, he came to see if Mobai, the neighbor, was still planning to do something. After hearing this, he immediately felt relieved. At least when he went to bed at night, he didn't have to worry about being blown up.

"Sunshine, good." McGonagall came out of the blacksmith's shop. The warm autumn sun was shining on him. He wanted to close his eyes and have a sleep. McGonagall looked at the countdown of the tofu brain task in his mind: 610. It seemed that the big turntable was coming.