Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 57: System, can we pre-sell?

The sweet party and the salty party struggle of the tofu brain have been in existence for a long time, and the basics are evenly matched. There is also a hot party with no sense of existence.

As long as there is discussion, no matter which party's supporters, they can't wait to drag the dissenting farewells out and bake a jihad about the taste of tofu.

As a staunch supporter of the Salty Party, for the tofu brain, McGonagall is of course salty.

The tender tofu brain is sprinkled with chopped mustard, shrimp skin, fungus, garlic, and a little soy sauce. In the winter, when you eat such a bowl of steamy salty bean curd, your life has been sublimated.

As for the sweet tofu brain, what kind of ghost is that...

McGonagall has no hostility towards the sweet party. He will not pull the sword when he is not moving. However, it is still very uncomfortable for some restaurants to only sell sweet tofu brain.

Past life in a small restaurant to eat, in the winter, he wants to warm a tofu brain, the result is only sweet.

That time, McGonagall was rare and didn't pick a thorn. He took a restaurant sign, indicated the address of the restaurant, and then matched a picture of a salty tofu brain with an appetite, written on Weibo: cold winter, It’s so comfortable to have a bowl of delicious salty tofu brain here.

This is the first positive advertisement for a microblog account of a thousand fans, and because the first time there was no poison tongue comment, it took a few minutes to search.

Later, I heard that the restaurant was unable to bear the news, but could not eat the salty tofu brain anger of the salty party. It didn’t take long for the menu to have a salty tofu brain. It is said that the passenger flow has increased two times. More than double.

However, the restaurant owner who is a sweet party lost his faith. It is said that he later took out the restaurant at a high price and opened the bar himself.

Think of it this way, it doesn't make sense for McGonagall to think that he will cross it.

As a salty party, McGonagall certainly wants to sell salty tofu brains, so that he can first satisfy himself and then lift the torch of the salty party to the world.

"But will Amy be a salty party or a sweet party in the future?" McGonagall suddenly realized that a very important question, looking at Amy, who was holding a bottle and drinking, frowned and thought: According to heredity, Amy Should he like to eat salty? Just don't know if her mother likes sweet or salty?

"This time, the sweet and salty tofu brains are unlocked at the same time." The system silenced for a while and replied.

"That's fine." McGonagall nodded. He suddenly worried a little about whether Amy would become a sweet party... But if Amy became a sweet party, what else can he do? Sweet Party is a sweet party. After all, it’s his daughter, even the sweet party forgives it.

And now his identity has changed from a guest to a restaurant owner. Think about it. If you only sell salty tofu, the sweet party doesn't feel unhappy.

Although there is probably no such thing as tofu brain in this world, the happiness and happiness of the guests have gradually become the feeling that he likes. Every time I look at the smile on the faces of the guests, I feel full of accomplishment.

"Okay, I will sell a thousand pieces of meat as soon as possible." McGonagall nodded slightly, hesitated, and tried to ask: "But the system, I want to eat salty tofu now, this time we Can I play pre-sale?"

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There was a series of infinitely long ellipsis floating in McGonagae's mind, followed by the sound of the system's almost roaring: "Host, please face your mission! Respect the system!!!" accompanied by a mess Current sound.

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it." If it weren't for the ears in his head, McGonagall would have to hold his ear. I didn't expect the temper of this system to be small.

However, in fact, he just mentions it casually. At this stage, the most important thing for the restaurant is to raise the popularity, and to do it quickly, and the meat folder that can be taken out is obviously the best choice. The next few days will be the meat. Clip.

McGonagall looked at the two little guys who were sitting happily drinking goat's milk. They got up and went into the kitchen and looked at the fresh goat's milk on the stove. Suddenly remembering the taste of fresh goat milk that had not been treated in the past life, it was not very good, but Seeing the two little guys, they ate it with relish. When they were curious, they took a small bowl and poured a small bowl and took a drink.

Meg's eyes are bright, this goat's milk is full of mellow and sour taste, but it does not affect the taste. Instead, I feel that it is appetizing, a few mouthfuls, half a bowl of goat's milk will go down, milk between the lips and teeth fragrance.

This goat's milk is much better than the milk and goat's milk that the industrial treatment of the past. It's no wonder that the two little guys like to drink so much. It's quite different from the world's goat milk.

“It seems that from tomorrow, every day, I can buy a tube of fresh milk and come back to drink.” McGonagall sealed the lid and put it back in the refrigerator. Now all three of them need to supplement the various nutrients. At the time, a bottle of fresh goat milk is still very good every day.

The arrival of the ugly duckling made Amy more than a playmate. The smile was a lot more than usual, but the little guy just finished eating and was touched by Amy and fell asleep. She was taken back to the basket by her face. Going to sleep.

At noon, the ugly duckling was held in his arms by Amy, looking up at the small head and watching Amy feed a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice into his mouth, screaming a few times, it seems that he is not good.

"Father, can you give the ugly duckling a rainbow fried rice?" Amy also noticed the intention of the ugly duckling, looking at McGonagall.

"Now I can't do it. I have to wait for him to grow up again. I have to have teeth." McGonagall shook his head. The little milk cat that had just emerged from the egg could not eat the complementary food, let alone fried rice.

"喵喵~" The ugly duckling seems to understand McGonagall’s words, calling out two screams at his fangs, revealing a few small deciduous teeth.

"Hey?" McGonagall was amazed at the ugly duck's deciduous teeth. This alien egg was not unusual. He even had a tooth on the first day, but he looked at the little tooth and shook his head. "It doesn't work if you have teeth. It will take a few more days."

"Oh." The ugly duckling looked down a little frustrated, his head squatting in Amy's arms and shrugged as if he was sulking.

"It’s useless to get angry. Anyway, you can't eat it for you, but if you really want to eat it..." Amy looked at the ugly duckling who slowly looked up and smiled and fed a spoonful of fried rice in her hand. "Then you can watch me eat."

The ugly duckling cried a little, and lying on his back in Amy’s arms, his face was unrecognizable.

McGonagah shook his head with a smile and watched the mood of the two little guys get better.

After dinner, McGonagall packed up the table and went into the kitchen to warm the two bottles of goat's milk. The two little ones were one bottle and one bottle, and Amy was saved on the side and couldn't help but rob the ugly duckling's ration.

“Let the restaurant go from the guest to the guest, start with this impactful waxy meat sandwich!” McGonagall opened the door and smiled and said in his heart.

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