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

"Ding!"

The butcher's knife was nailed to the board in the middle of Evan's crotch, along with part of his trousers and wizard's robe. The handle of the knife trembled slightly, and the cold light reflected by the blade made the men on the spot clamp their legs subconsciously.

Evan's face was pale. He felt that his hip was chilly. At that moment, he almost thought that he was going to say goodbye to the male elf. The sharp blade was less than an inch away from there, which made his heart stop beating.

Mingming is just an ordinary ox slaughtering knife, but it seems to have the air of a needle. Looking at the slightly shaking handle, every shaking seems to be pressing his heart and nerves. Holding the car body with both hands, he suddenly jumped back against the edge of the carriage, trying to get further away from the terrible knife.

"Stab

A crisp sound of cloth tearing sounded, and the butcher's knife still nailed on the board easily separated his trousers from the middle, and pulled out a long gap from the crotch from top to bottom.

As soon as Evan's face changed, he quickly clamped his legs, turned over and tightened his robe and trousers. His face turned red. He was as embarrassed as a monkey who had been caught stealing food. His previous arrogance disappeared completely.

Looking at this scene, the mercenaries all have strange expressions. They want to laugh and have to bear it. Someone has already begun to pinch their thighs.

"It seems that he is more than a simple cook." Shiver gave McGonagall an unexpected look, and then said goodbye silently. McGonagall just changed the trajectory of the butcher's knife. Although he didn't know whether it was by accident or on purpose, he taught Evan a lesson.

EVA looked at Evan with her legs clamped. She blushed. She got up in a hurry and said, "master Evan, don't worry. I have a skirt with me. I'll find it for you now."

"Grab a knife, be stabbed by a knife, the trousers are broken, the male spirit wears a flowery skirt, shame." Amy soft Nuo Nuo sing, small face is full of happy smile.

"Ha ha ha!"

The mercenaries, who were still laughing, couldn't help laughing. They burst into laughter. The little girl was so cute, and her mouth was a little fierce.

"I don't wear that!" Evan's face became more red. He threw away EVA's floral skirt and said angrily.

"But..." EVA looked at the broken flower skirt which was blown away by the wind and hung on the tree behind her. Her tears were already in her eyes. It was her favorite skirt.

"Shut up Evan yelled in a cold voice, with some hysteria in his voice. He had never experienced such humiliation, and he was still in front of the girl he liked. Now he wanted to find a way to get in.

EVA looks at Evan and sits back in silence. Her tears slowly slide down her cheeks and drop to the ground. She squints at MEG and Amy, and her eyes are full of resentment. It's these two guys who make the situation like this. It's because of them that master Evan talks to herself like this.

"Next time you hold the knife firmly, or you will not be so lucky every time." McGonagall got up, pulled out the butcher's knife from the board, looked at Evan and said calmly.

He is not a clay Buddha with no happiness and no sorrow. He is broad-minded and has a certain degree. If someone pushes his nose on his face, he doesn't mind to make them sober. This knife is only nailed to his pants. If he wants to continue to hide, he won't deviate next time.

"And next time I don't even have a skirt." Amy followed with a serious look.

"Hum!" Evan shivered with anger, and finally sat down again with a cold snort. It was the knife he grabbed first, but he almost cut himself off. He broke his teeth and could only swallow it in his stomach. It's just disgraceful enough. If he continues to tangle now, his status in shiver's heart will decline again. He takes a look at the conspicuous blade on the board, He moved his leg to the side again.

What's more, McGonagall's finger flick just now made him a little scared. Although his space magic only reached the first level, he could change the trajectory of flying objects. However, he couldn't change the direction of the knife that came from upside down.

The mercenaries also looked at McGonagall differently. They thought McGonagall was a strange cook, but his forthright character and open style were more like a real knight, which made them feel more worthy of communication than Evan.

"Hello, I'm Dennis. I'm in charge of charge and meat shield in the rose mercenary regiment." Tauren looked at MEG sitting down again and said with a smile.

"I'm scrooge. I'll just rush." The strong Orc sitting next to Dennis said with a smile.

"I'm Scott. I'm usually in charge of the aftercare." The stout human Knight sitting diagonally opposite said with a smile.

"I'm Sam, mainly in charge of setting traps." A middle-aged man introduced himself.

"I'm Sidney. You can also call me monkey. Besides driving, I'm also responsible for investigating the situation." The little boy turned back and said with a smile to Meg, with a grin showing his white teeth.

"I'm sylvier, head of the rose mercenary regiment." Said shevel, looking at MEG.

Evan's face turned away. The veins on her forehead were beating faintly, suppressing her anger. EVA buried her head between her legs, obviously not wanting to introduce herself and say hello.

"I'm MEG, the owner of the Maimi restaurant. This is my daughter Amy." McGonagall also said with a smile, for the mercenaries, such an introduction represents recognition and acceptance. Although he was a little unhappy with the spirit, he still had a good impression on these mercenaries.

"I didn't expect that you are not only a cook, but also a boss. In that case, your food must be delicious, right? Can you cook us a delicious meal at noon today? " Sidney is looking forward to McGonagall.

The other mercenaries also looked at MEG with bright eyes.

"It's OK. If you want to have lunch, you can give it to me, but you may need some help with the ingredients." McGonagall nodded and exchanged a lunch for a ride.

"I'm sure. If we're hunting, we're all old hands here!" The monkey said with a smile, and the mercenaries laughed.

The carriage drives forward quickly. The unicorn is a second-class Warcraft. It has a gentle personality. Its endurance and speed are much better than ordinary horses. It can maintain good speed even on this rugged road.

Along the way, MEG and the mercenaries were talking and laughing. Amy broke in from time to time, which caused a burst of laughter. Except for the angry couple in the corner, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Stop and get ready to fight."

Shiver, standing in front of him, suddenly uttered a voice, and the carriage stopped abruptly.