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

"Another salted bean curd!"

"Another order of sweet bean curd!"

The voices rang out, full of excitement and expectation.

"I also... Have another salted bean curd..." Dracula looked at the white porcelain bowl that had been licked clean, and weakly raised her hand.

"I want another sweet bean curd, too!" Kinks didn't know when to finish the tofu. He didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"Yes, just a moment, please." Abemia answered, and Sally quickly collected the bowl from the table.

"Uncle bat, don't you say that even if you starve here, you will never eat a mouthful of human food?" Amy looked at Dracula and asked curiously.

People also looked at him with some banter. After all, he and jinx were the loudest and most resistant.

"This... That... As a vampire, adapting to different living environment and food is a basic survival skill." Dracula coughed twice, his face slightly embarrassed, his eyes fell on MEG standing in the kitchen door, his eyes brightened, and he said with a confident smile: "moreover, for vampires, blood and brain are the best food to supplement energy. This tofu brain is made with brain, just in line with our vampire taste, we will never be vegetarian."

"I'm sorry, guest. Bean curd is not the brain of Warcraft. It's made of soybeans, so... It's plain." MEG looked at Dracula with a confident smile and said with a smile.

"How... How could it be made of soybeans! This is the feeling of the brain, and it's more delicious than the brain. How can it be vegetarian! "

Dracula, with a stiff smile on his face, stares at MEG and jumps straight from his seat, feeling insulted by his intelligence.

"Yes, I think the taste of this bean curd is softer and more delicate than that of the brain I've ever eaten before. How can you make such a thing with beans? Boy, you're not cheating us, are you?" Gustav said incredulously.

"Bean curd is really made of soybeans, and there is no meat or brain in it. Our restaurant operates in good faith and never deceives customers." McGonagall said with a smile that the names of Chinese dishes are extensive and profound. If we associate them according to the names of dishes, if there are husband and wife lung slices in the future, the people of the grey temple will come to the kitchen to search the bodies every day.

"It's over! I'm a vegetarian again Dracula sat down and looked at the clean bowl licked in front of her. She murmured with some self doubt: "besides, she didn't realize it. She even thought it was delicious. She wanted to have another bowl... Am I not a pure vampire?"

"No matter what it's made of, I just think it's delicious. Give me another bowl of sweet bean curd. It's so damn delicious!" Talus said, patting his thigh.

"Although it's a vegetarian food, which has seriously damaged my confidence, I still have to say, shouldn't bean curd be salty? How can you add sugar to such a tender thing? It's unimaginable Dracula suddenly raised his head and looked at talus's righteous words.

"Fart! Bean curd is supposed to be sweet. Although it's not a real brain, its sweet but not greasy taste combined with delicate taste is hard to refuse. How can you say it's bad? Dracula, although we are all demons, you are going too far! " Gustav followed, staring at Dracula.

"The bean curd itself has a little sweet taste. With the salty sauce and rich side dishes, all kinds of delicacies can be integrated into one mouthful to experience the real delicacy of bean curd. This is the delicious taste that you can't experience when you add a spoonful of syrup to the sweet bean curd." Fox put down his spoon, looked at Gustav and talus, and said seriously, "bean curd, you should eat salty!"

"Fox, although your face is still so smelly, I suddenly feel that it looks good to my eyes. Not everyone has a chance to taste such delicious food as salted bean curd." Dracula looked at Fox and nodded.

"Sweet bean curd is the best Kinks exclaimed, then turned to Hvid and asked, "what do you think, Hvid?"

Hayward looked at the bowl in front of him and just wanted to talk.

"You have to borrow money from my purse to pay for the tables and chairs." Kinks added.

Hayward glared. He didn't expect to be so shameless.

"It's all right, Harvey. Speak up and I'll lend you the money!" Gudela waves her hand and dominates the airway.

"Of course, salted bean curd is delicious!" Haiweide said without thinking, looking at Dracula nodded his head with satisfaction and said: "Dracula, don't worry, I borrowed your money, I will definitely give it back to you."

"Sweet..."

"Salty..."

In the restaurant, there was an instant battle between sweet and salty bean curd. Originally, the camp was clearly fighting for the racial interests of the devil and the dragon. Now, for a bowl of bean curd, there is a split, forming a situation where you have me and I have you. The intensity is no less than before.

"Is boss Mai intentionally breaking the deadlock and giving the situation a turning point?" Michael looked at the red faced crowd and looked at MEG in the kitchen with some doubts.

He has presided over many talks between the two sides, which involves territorial disputes, and there are still casualties on both sides. There will be no substantial progress in 10 days and a half months. This is why he chose the Maimi restaurant as the meeting place. He wants to try to see if it can promote the progress of the talks under the pressure of delicious food.

The situation like this has never happened before. However, for the sake of a delicious food, those old people would be very angry if it was spread back.

McGonagall just smiles and doesn't talk at all when he looks at the scene. He doesn't mean to persuade Michael. He is very clear about Michael's intention. In order to make the city hall promise to grant the open space at the gate to the restaurant as soon as possible, it will be the key to success tonight.

Just like the territorial disputes between countries in previous generations, they are usually deadlocked at the stage of bickering, especially when the two sides are close in strength. At this time, we need a different approach.

"Uncle bat, you were just quarreling with the uncles opposite, and now you are quarreling with each other. Who are your enemies and friends?" Amy held her chin for a long time and asked curiously.

All of a sudden, the people in the quarrel calmed down and looked at the guy sitting opposite, and at the fellow people sitting beside them. Their expressions suddenly became a little strange.

Abelmia came out with a portion of bean curd. Please put it in front of everyone, but no one did it for a while.

"Let me say that since some of us have reached a consensus on the issue of eating bean curd, it's better to point it out directly in this meeting, so as to avoid the messy links of mutual injury and mutual suspicion, and talk frankly about how to solve the problem, so that both sides can evacuate from the island without even a name, It's not about who's responsible for continuing to bicker. " Dracula broke the silence, looked at the crowd seriously, said, and then picked up the spoon, "of course, there's something to say when I finish this bowl of salted bean curd."