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

McGonagall was a little surprised. It seemed that it was the effect of yesterday's rougamo. In the morning, someone came to line up, nodded with a smile as a response, flipped the sign and let the people in.

"Boss Mai, it seems that I will come to line up early in the future. Maybe the line can go to the other end of Aden square in the future." When Mo Bai came to the front door, he said with a smile, "I'd better have two Yangzhou fried rice. Rougamo is suitable for their hot young people."

"Yes, just a moment, please." MEG nodded.

"Boss Mai, I'm going to have a new product. What's it called?" The little eyed man who followed Mo Bai came in sat down at the table beside him and looked at MEG.

"The new product is rougamo with wax sauce, which has been added to the menu." McGonagall responded with a smile. In the morning, the system automatically writes the price of the rougamo with wax sauce and each copy to the menu, which saves McGonagall a lot of effort.

On the back of the menu, MEG also asked the system to write down two rules of the restaurant in gold handwriting: 1. No loud noise in the restaurant; 2. All restaurant cash transactions, no credit!

As for the follow-up rules, you can add them later. After all, he doesn't know what kind of situation he will encounter when he opens a restaurant in a different world. It's not too late to add them when he meets them.

To provide a comfortable dining environment for the guests is Meg's basic requirement for the restaurant. It's disgusting to be disturbed by the loud voice of others when eating.

After all, he opened a restaurant to make money, to make himself and Amy live a better life, not to open a charity house.

Except for the person who makes him feel grateful like Miss Luna, who can even get a free bill, other people naturally have to pay. The cost of a portion of food is not low, so it is impossible for McGonagall, who is in a hurry to save money, to pay for it himself.

"I'll have the rougamo with wax sauce, too. No, it's two. I was so greedy watching them last night." A fat man then said, also open a chair to sit down.

When the people in line came in, many people opened the menu and looked at it. The 300 copper dollar portion of rougamo in wax sauce was half cheaper than Yangzhou fried rice, and most of them ordered one first.

MEG wrote down the number of shares and turned into the kitchen.

Baiji steamed bun has been baked in the oven, and the meat with wax sauce has been prepared, so just put the meat into Baiji steamed bun, and a portion of rougamo with wax sauce can be prepared.

"Good morning, Grandpa Mobai." Amy sat on the high stool with the ugly duckling and said hello to Moby. She also said hello to some of the guests she met in the past two days, but most of them used strange nicknames.

For example, the man with small eyes is called "Uncle squinting" by her, and the fat uncle over there is called "Uncle squinting" by her, because his eyes are only one slit left by the fat meat, but he looks bigger, so he adds a prefix to distinguish them.

For Amy's unique way of taking nickname, guests have no choice but to accept it with a smile.

After all, the food made by boss Mai is so delicious, and the little girl looks so lovely. In front of the delicious food and lovely little loli, she can't get angry at all.

"Good morning, little boss." Mo Bai nodded with a smile, looked at the ugly duckling with a small head sticking out of Amy's arms, and said curiously, "what's the little boss holding in his arms? Are you a cat

The people waiting for the dish were also curious. They looked at the little thing in Amy's arms. It was a bit like a cat. The orange and white fur looked very lovely, but the cats they usually saw were pure color, mostly white and black. They had never seen such a strange cat.

The ugly duckling is also staring at the people in the restaurant with sapphire eyes. He was almost asleep during the day yesterday, so this is the first time that he saw so many people staring at him. He instinctively bared his teeth and cried twice.

"No, it's the ugly duckling." Amy shook her head, put her hand on the ugly duckling's head, and said, "ugly duckling, don't bark, don't disturb the guests."

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling immediately disappeared, found a comfortable posture again, retracted into Amy's arms, yawned lazily, and the corner of his eyes slanted. He was too lazy to pay attention to those guys, closed his eyes and went on sleeping.

People feel that they are despised by a cat, and their faces are all a little strange. They can't get angry with little girls, let alone a cat.

"Ugly duckling?"

When they heard Amy's words, they were all puzzled. They couldn't see where the cute kitten was ugly or like a duck.

However, it's clear to think of the randomness of Amy's nickname and her vicious tongue. The ugly duckling is the ugly duckling. It's probably the life of such a master.

In the expectation of the public, MEG first took out the rougamo with wax sauce, which was faster to make, and then went into the kitchen to start frying Yangzhou fried rice.

Mo Bai doesn't have any opinions about it. Although he came early, it doesn't matter to wait a little longer for the sake of delicious food.

Smelling the flavor of rougamo, the man with small eyes opened his mouth and took a bite. He felt the delicious food raging in his mouth. After swallowing it, there seemed to be something in his blood that would rush out. He couldn't help but close his eyes. His eyes made a long exclamation, and his face was full of happy smiles.

"That's it?" One side of the fat Harrison looked at the man with small eyes, a little disdainful, although for rougamo is also quite looking forward to, but certainly not as exaggerated as he.

He opened his mouth and took a big bite, but his eyes were round all of a sudden!

The soft and rotten Bacon was bitten open, full of wax juice overflowing, and mixed with the crisp and sweet Baiji steamed bread. This delicacy made him feel that the fat meat all over his body was shaking, and seemed to be cheering and jumping.

The fact that he can eat like this shows that he is very keen on food at ordinary times. There are three banks in his family, and the question of money has never been his concern.

In the past, I had a big meal of several hundred gold coins in the Empire of Los, which was made of all kinds of precious ingredients. At that time, I thought that it was the most delicious thing in the world.

But now, compared with this mouthful of rougamo, those things are hardly palatable. How can the flavor mixed with spices compare with such a strong flavor of gravy? Even the taste of the white steamed bun wrapped outside is so sweet.

What's more amazing is that after swallowing it, it's like swallowing a mouthful of liquor, but there's no feeling of cutting the throat like liquor. The blood begins to boil, and it's like suddenly becoming violent. The fat on the body has a feeling of being burned. It vibrates slightly, and a little sweat appears on the forehead.

"Ah --" the fat man still couldn't resist a sigh of praise. His voice was much louder than that of the man with small eyes before. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at McGonagall, who was just carrying a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. He sighed: "there is such delicious food in the world, boss McGonagall. You must be a genius!"