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

At noon, more than 30 rougamo were sold out quickly. Many guests were so greedy that they asked MEG to make more rougamo.

McGonagall had no choice but to prepare so many ingredients, which could only be done on a first come first served basis. To make a rougamo, you need to prepare it two hours in advance. Kneading noodles and making marinated meat all take time, unlike Yangzhou fried rice, which can be made directly.

Besides, the guests are also very interested in the exquisite small bag of rougamo. Some people say they want to take it back as a small purse, especially the picture on the back is very cute, which makes Amy very happy in turn.

There are more guests in the evening. Yangzhou fried rice and rougamo make the guests crazy. This unique cooking method, but the taste is addictive, completely subverts their imagination of food.

Although the food here is a little expensive, the most important thing in this chaotic city is the rich people. It's not a difficult thing for them to spend a few gold coins to satisfy their desire.

"I'm sorry, the new products on trial today have been sold out, and will be officially SOLD tomorrow. However, due to the need to prepare in advance, the quantity of each meal is limited. You can come early tomorrow." McGonagall sent the last guest out with a smile, flipped the sign on the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he ate Yangzhou fried rice and rougamo, he was still a little tired at the end of the day.

Today's trial sale of more than 90 rougamo sold out. Because rougamo took up some time, Yangzhou fried rice sold a little less than before. It sold more than 50 pieces, and its net income was more than 360 gold coins.

Get up early tomorrow, knead more noodles, strive to make more rougamo, and unlock the bean curd brain depends on the 1000 portions of rougamo.

Now he is the owner of the restaurant, so he has decided to withdraw from the world and no longer participate in the dispute between the two parties.

However, he was a little curious about whether the world could be divided into salty party and sweet party? If you get along well, if you're like the previous life, you'll have to draw a sword. Maybe you can set up a challenge arena at the door of the restaurant. It's marked "sweet salt competition". It's estimated that people will fight on the stage every day.

"My father must be very tired. Let's help him beat his shoulders." Amy said, looking at MEG with the duckling in her arms, interrupting his thoughts.

"Meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling yelled twice, as if she agreed with Amy.

McGonagall looked at the two lovely little guys, reached out and touched Amy's head, shook his head with a smile and said, "it's OK, father is not tired. Xiaomi will sit next to him for a while. If he is sleepy, he will go upstairs to wash and sleep first."

"No, I'm going to bed with my father today." Amy shook her head, touched the head of the duckling again and said, "don't you think so, ugly duckling?"

"Meow." Ugly duckling opened his mouth and yawned. Although he nodded, his reluctance was written on his face.

"OK, I'll speed up." MEG nodded with a smile and began to clean the dishes, clean the table, and finally mop the floor. Half an hour passed when it was all finished.

Amy, sitting on the high stool, is half asleep on the counter, and the ugly duckling lying in her arms has already fallen asleep.

"Put the duckling in the basket and we'll go upstairs." MEG untied her apron, hung it aside, dried her hands, came over, touched Amy's hair, and said softly.

"Well." Amy nodded.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling seems to have heard McGonagall's words. When she wakes up, she looks up at him bitterly. Then she reaches out her little pink claws, grabs Amy's skirt and shakes her head. It seems that she doesn't want to go down from her arms.

"Ugly duckling, I can't. My father said you should sleep under it." Amy shook her head, got up and picked it up. As she stepped down from the high stool, she said, "and you're so ugly. What if you scared me when you wake up at night, I might kick you out of bed."

McGonagall couldn't help laughing. It seems that Amy doesn't need him to teach such things as poisonous tongue. His talent points are full.

"Meow, meow!" The ugly duckling opens her mouth and tries to be cute to prove that she is not so ugly. However, she is stuffed into the basket and wrapped in a blanket by Amy.

Amy stood up, waved her hand and said, "ugly duckling, you should go to bed. If you behave well, I'll show you tomorrow morning." Then he took Meg's hand and prepared to go upstairs.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling suddenly came out of the blanket, put his hand on the edge of the basket, looked at Amy's back and cried pitifully, like an abandoned kitten.

"Father, the ugly duckling seems very scared. Can we take her upstairs? I'll try not to kick it out of bed. " Amy stopped, looked back at the wronged ugly duckling who was about to cry, looked up at MEG and asked.

McGonagall looked at the poor Ugly Duckling and the expectant Amy. It was a double whammy for the two kids to be cute together. There was no way to resist, so he had to nod his head and say, "OK, take him upstairs."

"All right." Amy's face showed a happy smile, but when she turned around, she took away the smile again. She squatted down helplessly, picked up the ugly duckling in the basket, and sighed: "I really can't help you, but I can't scare me if I cover my face and go to sleep at night."

"Meow, meow." The ugly duckling cried happily twice, found a comfortable position in Amy's arms, rubbed his head, and closed his eyes contentedly.

When she went upstairs, Amy put the duckling who had fallen asleep on the edge of the cot, carefully put his head on the pillow, and then followed MEG to wash.

MEG took a bath for Amy, bought a lovely blue purple Pajama from the system, dried her hair, and then carried her to the cot.

As soon as Amy lay down, the ugly duckling put out her little paw and hugged her arm, and her head was also close to her.

"Dead heavy." Amy put it aside without any face, yawned, looked at MEG and whispered, "good night, father..."

"Good night." MEG smiles and reaches for Amy's hair. The little guy closes his eyes and falls asleep.

The ugly duckling, who was pushed aside, rubbed over again in a daze. She still wanted to hold her hand and sleep with her little face close to her.

"What a clingy little fellow." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, covered the quilt for the two little guys, turned off the light, took his pajamas and went out to take a bath

"System, I think our restaurant needs a dish that can hold a place, right? Yangzhou fried rice or rougamo, or a little less staple food feeling After taking a bath and lying in bed, McGonagall asked in his heart.