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

There is a long-standing dispute between the sweet party and the salty Party of bean curd. They are basically equal, and there is a spicy party with little sense of existence in the middle.

As long as there is a discussion, no matter which party's supporters want to drag out dissenting heresies and set off a jihad about the taste of bean curd.

As a staunch supporter of the salt party, McGonagall of course chose salt for bean curd.

The tender bean curd is sprinkled with chopped mustard, dried shrimps, fungus, garlic, and a little soy sauce. When you eat such a steaming bowl of salty bean curd in winter, your life is sublimated.

McGonagall is not hostile to the sweet party, so he is not ready to draw his sword. However, he is not happy with the fact that some restaurants only sell sweet bean curd.

In his previous life, he had a meal in a famous restaurant. In winter, he wanted to have a warm bean curd, but it was only sweet.

McGonagall was rare that time. He took a good photo of the restaurant's signboard, indicating the restaurant's address, and then accompanied with a picture of salted bean curd with super appetite. He wrote on his micro blog: it's very comfortable to come here to eat a bowl of delicious salted bean curd in cold winter.

This is the first positive advertisement of a micro blog account with thousands of fans, and because Shen poisonous tongue didn't have poisonous tongue comments for the first time, he also went on a hot search for a few minutes.

Later, I heard that the restaurant couldn't bear the anger of the Xiandang who came to the restaurant but couldn't eat salted bean curd. It didn't take long for a salted bean curd to be added to the menu. According to the lobbyist, the flow of customers has more than doubled.

However, as the owner of the sweet party restaurant, he lost his faith. It is said that he later sold the restaurant at a high price and opened his own bar.

It's not unreasonable for MEG to think that he will cross over.

As a salty party, McGonagall of course wants to sell salty bean curd, so that he can satisfy himself first, and then hold the torch of salty party high to the world.

"But will amy be the salt party or the sweet party in the future?" McGonagall suddenly realized a very important problem. He looked at Amy, who was drinking happily with a bottle, and frowned and thought: according to heredity, Amy should eat salty food as he likes, right? I just don't know whether her mother likes sweet or salty?

"This time, sweet and salty bean curd will be awarded to unlock at the same time." The system was silent for a while and replied.

"That's good." McGonagall nodded. Now he was worried about whether Amy would become a sweet party... However, if Amy became a sweet party, what else could he do? The sweet party is the sweet party. After all, it's his daughter. Let's forgive the sweet party.

And now his status has changed from a guest to a restaurant owner. If he only sells salty tofu, would the sweet party not be happy.

Although there is no such thing as bean curd in the world, it has gradually become his favorite feeling to make the guests happy and happy. Every time he looks at the smile on the guests' faces, he feels full of achievement.

"OK, I'll sell a thousand rougamo as soon as possible." McGonagall nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and tried to ask, "but the system, I want to eat salted bean curd now, can we play pre-sale this time?"

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McGonagall's mind over a string of infinite ellipsis, followed by the system almost roaring voice: "host, please face your task!"!!! Respect the system At the same time, there was a sound of electric current.

"No, no." McGonagall would have covered his ears if he hadn't been able to cover his ears in his head. I didn't expect that the temper of the system was not small.

But in fact, he just mentioned it casually. At present, the most important thing for the restaurant is to enhance its popularity, make it fast, and take it out to eat. Rougamo is obviously the best choice. The main focus of the next few days will be rougamo.

McGonagall looked at the two kids sitting happily drinking goat's milk, got up and went into the kitchen, looked at the pot of fresh goat's milk on the stove, and suddenly remembered that the fresh goat's milk that had not been processed in the previous life was not very good, but the two kids were eating with relish. Curious, he took a small bowl and poured half of it for a drink.

As soon as Meg's eyes brightened, the goat milk was rich and mellow, with a trace of sour taste, but it didn't affect the taste at all. Instead, he felt a little appetizing. After a few mouthfuls, half a bowl of goat milk would go down, and there was milk fragrance between his lips and teeth.

This goat's milk is much better than the milk and goat's milk processed by previous industries. No wonder the two kids like to drink it so much. Sure enough, the goat's milk in different world is different.

"It seems that from tomorrow on, you can buy a fresh milk to drink every day." McGonagall sealed the lid and put it back in the refrigerator. Now the three of them need all kinds of nutrition to grow up. A can of fresh goat's milk every day is still very good.

The arrival of the ugly duckling made Amy have more playmates and more smiles than usual. However, the little guy was touched by Amy after eating for a while and fell asleep again. She held him back to the basket and went to sleep with disgust.

At lunch time, the duckling was held in Amy's arms and looked up at Amy's little head. She fed a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice to her mouth and meowed a few times. It seemed that she was greedy.

"Father, may I have rainbow fried rice for the ugly duckling?" Amy, also aware of the ugly duckling's intention, looks at MEG and asks.

"It's not right now. We have to wait until he grows up and has teeth." McGonagall shook his head, this just jumped out of the egg of the kitten, complementary food can not eat, let alone fried rice.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling seemed to understand McGonagall's words. He bared his teeth twice and revealed some baby teeth.

"Why?" McGonagall was a little surprised to see the baby teeth of the ugly duckling. The exotic oviparous cat was really unusual. It was the first day of breaking the shell that he took teeth with him. However, looking at the baby teeth, he still shook his head. "It's not good to have teeth. It's going to take a few days."

"Meow." The duckling bowed his head a little dejectedly, his head in Amy's arms, and shrugged his back, as if he was sulking.

"It's no use getting angry. Anyway, I can't give it to you, but if you really want to eat it..." Amy looked at the ugly duckling who slowly raised his head, smiling and feeding a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth, "then you can watch me eat it."

The ugly duckling cried with a meow, and lay on her back in Amy's arms, motionless, with a look of lovelessness.

McGonagall shook his head with a smile, looking at the two little guys, the mood will be better unconsciously.

After dinner, MEG cleared the table, went into the kitchen and warmed two bottles of goat's milk, one for each of the two kids, which saved Amy from robbing the ugly duckling's ration.

"Let the restaurant from full to full, let's start with this impact full of rougamo with wax sauce!" MEG opened the door and said with a smile.