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

"What do you think is true freedom?" Sally looked into Meg's eyes, calmed down, hesitated for a moment and asked.

McGonagall looked at Sally, thought for a while, nodded slightly and said, "I think freedom should be the right to choose. No matter what other people think, as long as it's my own choice, I think this is the freedom I want."

"The right to choose?" Sally's face showed the color of thinking. She thought of the elves who were doing heavy work in the major families. When they were assigned or even caught in the major families, they didn't have a choice. When the nobles let them work, they didn't have a choice. They even had no right to leave or stay.

"So they are not free." Sally's heart suddenly became more heavy, although she had thought of the answer last night, but she was not willing to admit it.

"Between security and freedom, which is more important?" Sally was silent for a moment, then looked at MEG and asked.

"I think it's more appropriate to ask people who choose this question. Different people will have different answers. Some people are willing to give up certain freedom for safety, but others prefer to be in danger rather than be constrained. At this time, people who can make their own choices may be free." MEG thought about it.

In this world, there are always some people who like the feeling that death is always with me.

Sally nodded thoughtfully, fell into silence again, looked down at the lines on the table, as if thinking about something.

McGonagall took his eyes away from Sally and said nothing more. In the discussion of freedom, everyone will have different answers based on his own experience and thinking, which is a proposition with no end and correct answers.

Safety, responsibility, obligation, morality... These often conflict with freedom. Where can there be a truly free person living in this world? It's just to find a comfortable situation among these things that can bring people a sense of freedom. This is the best state.

Of course, self-discipline can make you more free.

McGonagall doesn't try to persuade Sally, because he doesn't even know what kind of situation Sally is facing now, and he didn't expect that after Sally and bloom came back to face last night, they would be entangled with such a problem.

Abelmia looks at Sally with some worry, but the boss has said it very well. She thinks she can't say anything better, so she can only watch anxiously.

One morning Sally was thinking about something, and abelmia was instructed by MEG how to make a perfect ice cream.

Abemia's cooking talent is not very strong, but her serious attitude and indomitable momentum make MEG quite satisfied.

McGonagall put all the failed ice cream in the refrigerator one by one. After all, each ice cream costs dozens of copper coins. It's a pity to throw them away directly. It's a pity to eat them all and worry that the stomach can't bear to eat them, so McGonagall can only store them in the refrigerator for the time being. McGonagall has figured out how to deal with them.

"Boss, is it OK this time?" Abemia carefully held the ice cream in her hand, as if holding a precious treasure. She looked at MEG expectantly and asked. The two snowballs were perfectly connected, and there was no sign of dislocation in the connection. It looked perfect.

"No, there is still a little deviation in the position of the snowball. The two snowballs are not completely on the center of the circle. In this way, the guests may have a deviation in the direction of sliding after the ice cream melts in the process of eating." MEG shook his head.

"Is that so?" She couldn't see any deviation between the two snowballs. She looked at more than a dozen ice cream in the refrigerator and looked at McGonagall with a bit of frustration and remorse. "Boss, am I stupid, wasting so much ice cream or can't I do it well?"

"If MIA is such a gifted girl who is stupid, I would not be stupid to have worked hundreds of times to reach your present level." McGonagall asked with a smile.

"Really?" Abelmia's eyes lit up with hope again, looking at MEG in disbelief.

"Yes, you have done a good job, but the Maimi restaurant provides customers with the best food, so you must do your best to make such food appear on the table. This is our restaurant's rule and the most basic requirement." McGonagall nodded with a smile, feeling that he was attached to the system when he was strict, but the system would not gently pour chicken soup when he failed.

"I see." Abemia nodded seriously and looked at McGonagall with respect. If she didn't make it to the extreme, she couldn't serve. This attitude is really worthy of respect for a chef and restaurant owner.

"Host, do you need chicken soup service? This system has collected 50000 pieces of the world's most classic chicken soup, and can encourage you to never repeat chicken soup every time you fail. Each piece costs only 1 copper coin. Now, you can enjoy the top 500 free special discounts. " The sound of the system is accompanied by the festive BGM.

"And this kind of operation?" McGonagall picked eyebrows. He didn't expect that the system had been so crazy to make money.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting the trial quota of chicken soup. The host will get the free trial qualification of ten selected chicken soup in this system for free. Do you want to try it now The system sounds again.

"Listen?" MEG tried.

"You do your best with all your heart,

Maybe it's not as good as others

"Failure is not terrible,

The terrible thing is that you still believe that. "

"When you think you're ugly, poor and worthless,

Don't despair. At least you're right. "

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"Get out of here!" McGonagall rolled his eyes in his heart. The ghost system is so poisonous that he poisoned the chicken soup and fed it so hard.

MEG took an eggshell and made a Matcha ice cream. The two snowballs were perfectly joined together. The cone eggshell and the centers of the two snowballs were in the same straight line, like a perfect handicraft.

"Take it to Elsa. That's all for today's contact. We'll continue tomorrow. We'll have some desserts, and our mood will be better." MEG handed her Matcha ice cream and said with a smile.