Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Hmmm?” The crowd stunned, and the expression suddenly became a little weird. It’s been recognized by the guests. It’s just a simple fool. It’s now recognized directly by the boss’s daughter, and it’s straightforward to ask them to come. Do not know how to answer well at one time.

Amy’s words also attracted everyone’s attention at first. There were not many guests who noticed the tour group’s party. They were awakened by Amy. The onion cake and the pork chop are the famous foods on the Aden Square. These are the bosses who are revealing doubts and curiosity. Do they really come to the scene like Amy said?

Krassu and Julian also turned their heads. When they were there, some people dared to come to the scene. Wouldn’t they put them in the eye?

Bradley also looked at the group with some surprises. He wanted to see who was so courageous and dared to marry the restaurant.

“I used to watch it in front of your restaurant. The pork chops must be super delicious. The scallions cake smells very sweet.” Amy continued to speak with her head, but soon turned her face and took a few moments to look at it. The eyes looked at everyone. "But how come you come to my restaurant today? If you come to eat, of course, you are very welcome. The rainbow fried rice and meat sandwiches made by your father are super delicious."

"But if you come to the field, then I can disagree. If Amy is angry, it is super fierce!" Amy turned a little, holding a small fist in front of her face, trying to lick her teeth and look serious. Said.

"It’s so cute." Bernice looked at Amy, who was trying hard to make a fuss. She smiled and laughed. Her eyes were all finished with a small moon. Her children were all young, and they couldn’t run outside every day. Seeing such a cute little guy, suddenly there is a feeling of maternal love.

"We don't come to the game." Andrew waved his hand awkwardly, looked at Amy, a little helpless, the little guy was a little one, and he looked so cute, and praised his family's fried pork chops. Although the nickname is a bit strange, it is not unacceptable, but I don't know how to explain them to come to the door.

"Well, little girl, we are here to eat, not to come to the market." Miles calmed a lot, smiled and shook his head.

"Really?" Amy still had some doubts, but she slowly put down the small hand in front of her and nodded. "Then you eat."

Everyone nodded, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that being stared at by this little girl was more stressful than being stared at by the boss.

"Sorry, the child is still young and not very sensible. If you say something, please forgive me a lot." At this time, McGonagall took a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice and put it in front of the guest next to the table, reaching out and touching Amy’s head. I watched Andrew and the group of people smile and said, but there is no point in the discourse to blame Amy.

They are all peers, but they come together. They say that they don’t have any sense of hostility and prying. He doesn’t believe it, but they don’t smile. They don’t bother. He doesn’t say anything. Amy’s words are a little warning. It also represents his attitude.

Of course, it is OK to give food, but it is still the same as the wave of customers who enter the store. Megler sees it, but if he wants to make trouble, he is not a good old man.

"Well," Amy McGregor’s palm, he didn’t talk.

"How come, the little girl is so cute." Bernice looked at McGonagall. About 30 years old, she was a little thin, but her spirit was very good. Her eyes were clear and clear, wearing a simple and clean black and white dress. The black apron looks refreshing and clean, and is completely different from the greasy feeling of other chefs.

"Boss, we are all open restaurant owners in Aden Square. Today we just got together and chatted to see your business is the best. Let’s come over and have a meal. Try what it is like to attract so many guests. Nothing else, I hope you will not misunderstand." Myers smiled and looked at McGonagall, and did not mean to hide his identity, but it was quite generous.

McGonagall looked at Miles, who was 40 years old, of medium build, dressed in a tailored black blouse, and brushed his hair in a meticulous manner. He looked like a rigorous figure, nodded with a smile: "Welcome, please sit down, your dish will come up soon." There are just two tables next to the checkout to go, indicating that everyone can sit down and turn into the kitchen.

The guests thought that there might be conflicts. I didn't expect the solution to be quite harmonious. I didn't even have a verbal confrontation. I was slightly disappointed and took my eyes and continued to enjoy the food.

"This boss feels very good to talk." Bernice sat down, smiled and dialed the hair in front of her forehead, although it was nearly forty years old, but the skin care was not bad, it looked quite gentle, just hands Because it often soaks in water and holds a knife, it looks a bit rough, and there are some old ladies.

"Yeah, at this age, I didn't have this kind of temperament." Bishop nodded a little, a little embarrassed. He was almost angry when he was just picked up by a guest. If he saw a group of peers suddenly come to the door, it is estimated to come out of the kitchen. I will carry a kitchen knife in my hand.

"You don't have this patience right now." The bald uncle smiled and revealed the bottom, and everyone would smile.

The temper of Bishop's father is ten years, and the three sons in the family are strictly controlled by him. But because of this, the old man can now be a shopkeeper. The three sons can pull out one by one. At this point, I still have nothing to say.

"Who said it." Bishop's old face is red, but everyone knows an old friend for a decade or two, and has not said anything.

"Little girl, are you Amy?" Bernice turned to look at Amy and said with a smile.

"Yes." Amy nodded. She looked at Bernice with great interest. She curiously asked, "Auntie, a flower apron, what about your flower apron?"

"Before you come off, you don't need to wear an apron when you don't cook." Bernice smiled and looked at Amy. The little guy's memory was really good. He thought about it and said: "The little Amy likes flowers. Apron? If you like, I can send you a small flower apron."

"Okay! Ok! After that, Amy can wear it when he is learning to cook with his father." Amy patted her little hand happily.

"Your meat is crunchy, please enjoy it slowly." At this time, Yabei Mia came out with a tray and distributed a piece of meat to the hands of everyone, smiling.