Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

At noon, more than thirty meat clips were sold out quickly. Many guests smelled the smell of meat, and they couldn’t do it, so that McGonagall would do more.

In this case, there is no way for McGonagall to prepare so many ingredients. It can only be used on a first-come, first-served basis. It takes time to prepare for two hours in advance, and it takes time to make braised pork. It can be done directly like Yangzhou fried rice.

Moreover, the guests are also very interested in the delicate small bag of meat clips. Some people say that they have to take it back as a small purse bag, especially the one on the back is very cute, and turns to praise Amy happy.

In the evening, more guests came to the news. Yangzhou fried rice and meat sandwiches made the guests crazy. This kind of cooking method, which is unique in taste, but tastes addictive, completely subverts their imagination of food.

Although the food here is a bit expensive, in this chaotic city, the most important thing is the rich, spending a few gold coins to satisfy their own desires is not a thing that makes them feel embarrassed.

"Sorry, the new products that have been sold today are sold out, and will be officially sold tomorrow. However, because of the need to prepare in advance, the number of sales per meal is limited. You can come early tomorrow." Meg smiled and put the last one. The guest sent the door and flipped the sign on the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although he ate Yangzhou fried rice and meat, he was still a little tired after a day.

Today, more than 90 pieces of meat clips sold out are sold out, because the meat clips take up some time, so Yangzhou fried rice sold a little less than before, sold more than 50 copies, and net income has more than 360. gold.

I will get up early tomorrow and try to make more meat clips. I will unlock the tofu brain and rely on this thousand meat clips.

Now he is the restaurant owner, so he has decided to withdraw from the rivers and lakes and no longer participate in the bipartisan debate.

However, he is somewhat curious as to whether the world will also separate the Salt Party and the Sweet Party. If you get along well with each other, if you want to pull the sword like the previous life, you may have a downfall at the entrance of the restaurant. You will be marked with the ‘sweet and salty competition. It’s estimated that everyone will come to the duel every day.

"Father and adults must be very tired, Xiaomi helps his father to squat on his shoulders." Amy holding her ugly duckling, looking at McGonagall, interrupted his thoughts.

"喵喵~~" The ugly duckling called out two times, as if agreeing with Amy.

Meg looked at two cute little guys, reached out and touched Amy's head, smiled and shook his head. "Nothing, my father is not tired, Xiaomi is sitting next to it. If it is sleepy, go upstairs and wash. ""

"No, today I have to wait for my father to go to sleep together." Amy shook her head and touched the head of the ugly duckling: "You said yes, ugly duckling."

"Oh." The ugly duckling opened his mouth and yawned. Although he nodded, it was reluctant to write it on his face.

"Okay, then I will speed up." McGonagah nodded with a smile, began to clean up the dishes, wipe the table, and finally mopped the floor. When all was done, half an hour passed.

Amy, who was sitting on the high stool, was half-awake on the counter, and the ugly duckling in her arms fell asleep.

"Put the ugly duckling in the basket and sleep, then we will go upstairs to go to sleep." McGonagall untied the apron and hanged it, wiped his hand and came over, touched Amy's hair and said softly.

"Yeah." Amy nodded.

"喵~" The ugly duckling also heard the words of McGonagall. He woke up and looked up and looked at him with some resentment. Then he stretched out the pink paws and grabbed Amy’s skirt. He shook his head and seemed unwilling to take her. Go down in your arms.

"Ugly duckling, no, oh, my father said that you are going to sleep below." Amy shook her head, got up and hugged it, and said to the high stool: "And you look so ugly, if you wake up at night." What to do if I scared me, I might kick you out of bed."

McGonagall couldn't help but smile. It seems that the poison tongue is something like this. Amy doesn't need him to teach at all. The talent is completely full.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling opened his mouth and tried to sell Meng to prove that he was not so ugly, but was still directly inserted into A Small Basket by Amy and wrapped in a small blanket.

Amy stood up and waved her hand: "Ugly duckling, you have to sleep, if you are doing well, I will take you to play tomorrow morning." After the small hand took Meg's hand, he was going upstairs.

“喵喵喵喵~~” The ugly duckling suddenly got out of the small blanket and put it on the edge of the small basket. He looked at Amy’s back with a pitiful cry, like a kitten that was abandoned.

"Father, the ugly duckling seems to be very scared. Can we take her upstairs? I will try not to kick it out of bed." Amy stopped and looked back at the ugly duckling who was about to cry. I looked at McGonagall.

McGonagall looked at the pitiful ugly duckling, and looked at Amy, who was full of expectations. The two little guys selling together was a double crit. There was no way to resist it. What can I do? I just nodded. "Good. Let it take it upstairs."

"Okay." Amy's face showed a happy smile, but when she turned around, she smiled again. She looked helplessly and picked up the ugly duckling in the basket. She sighed: "I really can't take you." But put your face to sleep at night, but don't scare me."

"Oh." The ugly duckling screamed twice, looking for a comfortable posture in Amy's arms, squatting with a small head, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

On the floor, Amy put the ugly duckling that had fallen asleep on the side of the cot, carefully placed its small head on the pillow, and then followed McGonagall to wash.

McGonagall helped Amy take a shower and bought a cute blue-purple pajama from the system to help her dry her hair before holding her to the small bed.

Amy just lie down, the ugly duckling stretched out her small arm and hugged her arm, and the small head was posted.

"Heavily dead." Amy did not give it a face, and yawned, watching McGonagall: "Father, good night..."

"Good night." Maggie smiled and reached out and touched Amy's hair. The little guy closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The ugly duckling who was put aside was stunned and still holding her hand, her face pressed against her.

"It's really a sticky little guy." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, covered the quilt to the two little guys, turned off the lights, took the pajamas and went out to take a shower and wash it.

"System, I think we need a restaurant that can live in the restaurant? Yangzhou fried rice, meat sandwiches, or a bit of a staple food." Take a shower, relax in bed, wheat Asked in my heart.