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

Half an hour.

McGonagall just sat by to play with Amy and the duckling, as if he had forgotten about the gambling.

Irina sat with a scrutinized face, looking at MEG, who made Amy giggle.

It seems that this man is totally different from the man in her impression. In his body, it seems that there are countless secrets that she did not know. In the past three years, what happened to him? In the three years that they did not experience together, how did he change?

The most important thing is - is his food really edible?

One by one, problems emerge in Elena's mind. Looking at MEG, her heart is full of curiosity.

If the original Alex, certainly will not tell that interesting story, certainly will not make a face to make her daughter laugh, more will not cook.

This kind of feeling is very wonderful, clearly once was the most intimate person, but now it is like looking at a stranger in general.

It seems to be a very interesting process to get to know him again.

The three of them are not impatient. On the other hand, Cindy is as impatient as an ant on a hot pot. If McGonagall hadn't just warned him, he couldn't help but remind him that they are still gambling and can't give up the game before they start!

McGonagall's knife work surprised him. He could cut thousands of pieces of beef perfectly. That's his real skill.

However, watching him mix the beef into a pot with a mess of seasonings makes him a little confused. Can you still eat the beef with so many seasonings? Isn't the flavor of beef gone?

Looking at the notice on the stall, I feel even more congested.

Even if the beef is sold, it's still limited. One person can only buy one!

Isn't that enough to stuff your teeth?

The passers-by who had been watching the party had already gone a lot. Some of the guests who were curious to ask after seeing the notice were also dissuaded by McGonagall's words that they were not ready to open the business.

Who's waiting for a roast beef here?

Now the only ones that can attract the eyes of passers-by are Amy and Elena sitting in the seats behind the stall.

The gambling has spread in many stalls in the food street, but there are not many people who support McGonagall. On the contrary, many businesses have broken the rules of McGonagall, fearing that it will affect everyone to set up stalls here.

Eckley, the chef in Carrey's barbecue shop, listened to the waiter's report and said with a sneer, "Oh, I'll let you install it for me. I won't clean you up at five o'clock for a while."

"Chef, take me one." Next to him, a fat cook with a rolling pin in his hand coaxed.

"OK, I'll go out with any complaints in my heart until I feel comfortable." With a wave of eckley's hand, the cooks responded.

Cindy looked around and saw the watch on McGonagall's hand. She was surprised that McGonagall could wear such a small and delicate magic clock. At the same time, her eyes were bright. She came up and asked in a low voice, "boss McGonagall, can you help me see what time it is?"

"It's twelve o'clock. It's been pickled for half an hour. It's almost done." McGonagall glanced at his watch, got up and walked towards the stall. He wanted to laugh. He didn't know what the bearded boss thought. The half-hour curing time was too short, but it would be too late if he didn't start to do it now.

"Come on, come on!" Cindy, with two big fists, encouraged.

"Boss Cindy, that's not a good move for you." McGonagall took a look at Cindy and said with a complicated expression.

"Father, come on! Come on Amy, holding two fists, cried softly.

"You see, this is the standard version." McGonagall looked at Amy with a smile on his face. Sure enough, Amy would be a pleasant person.

"In this face world, I can't see my interesting soul, so I chose a beautiful skin bag." Cindy had a sad face.

"Beautiful skin bag, lovely and cute, interesting soul, a beard, this is a judgment question, do not need to choose." MEG calmly added charcoal to the oven.

"Boss Mai, you are so cruel!" Cindy covers her heart.

"It's not for you either."

Cindy said, "I'll leave everything to you. I hope you don't let me down."

"It's a roadside stall on the verge of bankruptcy. I bought back your beef, reduced your loss today, and gave you a temporary job as a cashier with double wages. You should thank me." MEG shrugged.

"Boss mai..."

"Come on, I haven't been to any lake or done anything to you. Now, please shut up." McGonagall took a look at Cindy and didn't notice that this guy was good at acting.

"All right." Cindy closed her face and stood by the stall with no expression on her face.

McGonagall tried the temperature with his hands, picked up pieces of beef and put them on the barbed wire grill.

As soon as the beef touched the hot grill, it immediately made a Zizi sound.

McGonagall held a brush in his left hand and applied a layer of clean oil to the beef. Soon, the flavor of the beef gradually developed.

"Dawdling is the beginning of baking? Is the beef really diced? Such a small one for a silver coin? Is the boss crazy about money? "

"I've seen sliced roast beef, I've seen Roast Whole beef, but I haven't seen sliced roast beef. The key is, only one piece is sold?"

"The roast beef in Carrey's barbecue shop is really delicious. All the people who go in and out on weekdays are aristocrats. Even the count can often see it. He is a roadside stall. How can he compare with others?"

Passers by and the surrounding stall owners looked at MEG, who finally started, and immediately began to talk.

"Can this really make delicious beef?" Cindy looked at McGonagall suspiciously. She said it several times and swallowed it back. Anyway, no one ate the beef baked by his method. There is still some self-knowledge.

"A guest draws a stroke, and I'll watch." McGonagall took the time to pass the pen and paper to the waiter at Carrey's barbecue shop, who was standing by the stall and was about to fall asleep.

"Do you need it? I don't think there will be a single guest. " The waiter looked at MEG through his nostrils and said with disdain.

McGonagall patted the pen and paper on his face and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you'll have too many guests. I'm wrong with your IQ."“ You The waiter was directly sobered by Meg's slap, covered his red face, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Although the words have changed a little bit, but the character is still the same?" Elena put down her chair in silence.

"It's a gamble between me and your boss. You can't afford to lose it if it's spoiled." McGonagall turned and picked up cumin powder and black pepper. I didn't know what to do, but I saved your life. The one who came down from the chair, but even the level five Warcraft had to fight on the street.

"When you lose, I will let you know what is cruel!" The employee gritted his teeth and clenched the pen and paper in his hand, thinking bitterly in his heart.

The beef is greasy on the grill, and the smell is beginning to spread.

Cumin powder and pepper evenly sprinkled on the beef, like a wonderful catalyst, let the original light beef flavor instantly burst out a wonderful barbecue flavor, like a delicious bomb to spread in all directions.

"The smell!"

Everyone around the barbecue stand looked at it almost at the same time!