Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The busy evening was over, and the girls had all returned to the dormitory. Mag, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and Garland standing outside the door.

He remembered that these two had already had dinner, and now they were waiting outside the door, they must be waiting for him.

These two are just ordinary people, so Mag didn't rush to close the door.

"Hi boss, may I have a chat with you?" Garland stepped forward and looked at Mag with a smile, "I am Garland, the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods Magazine, and I was amazed by the food you cooked today. , I really want to communicate with you."

"Shi Quan Shi Mei?" McGonagall frowned slightly. He had some impressions of this magazine. Before that, he had roughly read through the top-ranked magazines on Nolan Continent, and Shi Quan Shi Mei was among them.

What impressed him most about Shiquanshimei was not the magazine itself, but a gourmet named Milo in it. He is good at satirical literature, and he dissed major businesses with his venomous tongue. of.

Of course, it mainly reminded Mag of himself back then...

What a shameful past.

However, compared to him, this little brother's skill is still a little weaker.

The words used are obviously a bit restrained, and there is no level that can be freely retracted, and it is not free and easy... Anyway, it is not as cool as he sprayed.

And he also thought that if he had the chance to meet him, he would have to mention a few words to him, so that he could relax a little bit. After all, those cooks are mostly narrow-minded, and if they are not careful, they may be cursed to be a chef in another world.

After all, not everyone is a child of luck like him. Traveling to another world to harvest a cute baby and assign it to a wife, this kind of thing is only possible for him.

"Wait, Milo?" Mag glanced at the tall, square-faced middle-aged man standing aside. When he entered the door, a message popped up from the psychic gate. His name was Milo. Could it be that he was the one? Little brother?

"Hello, I'm Milo, a gourmet." Seeing Mag looking at him, Milo had no choice but to say hello, carefully observing the changes in Mag's expression.

It's no secret that he has always had a bad reputation among catering practitioners.

"Hi, I'm Mag, nice to meet you." Mag nodded with a smile, feeling familiar from seeing colleagues.

He is very pleased that there are people in this world who can carry the keyboard and earn money. What an inclusive world this is.

"Thank you." Milo was a little flattered, and murmured to himself, it's really surprising that there is a restaurant owner who likes him.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Mag looked at the two and asked, the two little guys were still waiting for him to tell them a story to put them to sleep, so he didn't intend to welcome them in.

Garland is also aware of Mag's hard work, and cut to the point: "You may not know that, under the promotion of several peer magazines, Mamy Restaurant and the few delicacies you created have been loved by readers all over the world. Melo and I After tasting, I was impressed by your cooking skills, and I hope to have the opportunity to listen to you tell the stories behind these delicacies in your free time, which is what readers want to know.”

"Is my influence already that big?" McGonagall looked at Garland in surprise. He knew that some of the restaurant's regular customers were gourmets, and one of them was Randy, who had just met a rich woman recently. He didn't expect them to write The article has actually expanded the influence of Mamy Restaurant to all parts of the Nolan continent.

"Yes, no one can resist the charm of delicious food. Your Mami restaurant has been regarded as a holy place by many people." Milo nodded. Although he always sneered at this so-called holy place, this time, he On the contrary, I very much agree that Mami Restaurant can be promoted as a holy place.

Mag looked at the two of them, his mind was spinning fast, influence meant traffic, and traffic, to him, was fans who might be able to convert.

"In that case, let's talk about it after the business closes tomorrow morning. It's a little late today, and the child is going to bed." Mag said with a smile.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest, see you tomorrow." Garland smiled quickly, watched the restaurant door slowly close, and then gave Milo a high-five.

"It's free to eat tomorrow, and the funds are safe enough. This time, we are at the right place." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.

"Hey, then I won't be polite." Milo smiled. He has always been good at eating big money.

...

"Father, where is Mother? Isn't she coming back to sleep today?" Amy asked while holding the sleeping ugly duckling, sitting on the high stool behind the counter, shaking her short legs.

Annie stood aside, also looking at Mag.

"She may be busy with other things today, so she will come home late, so Xiaomi and Annie go to bed first, okay?" Mag said with a smile.

"Ang, all right." Amy nodded obediently, and slipped off the high stool.

"Let's go upstairs." Mag took the two little guys upstairs, and arranged for them to wash up by themselves. After the two little guys changed into their pajamas and lay on the bed, they began to tell them a bedtime story.

"What kind of story do you want to hear today?" Mag sat by the bed, looking at the two little guys who were full of expectations and asked.

"I want to hear the story of the prince and princess." Amy raised her hand.

Annie nodded along.

"At a young age, I already know how to look at princes and princesses. This is not very good." Mag touched his chin. Most of the princes in fairy tales are luxurious and lustful guys.

For example, the prince who conspired against the unconscious Snow White, or the prince who wanted to look for Cinderella all over the world with his boots, or the prince who was blind and blind to mermaids and was worse than Hong Shixian...

It is necessary to establish the correct three views for the two little girls at an appropriate age, and they cannot be indulged in such unequal stories.

"Today we won't tell the story of the prince and the princess, but let's tell the story of the little pony crossing the river." McGonagall said with a smile.

"Okay." Amy nodded, and immediately asked curiously, "Why does the pony want to cross the river?"

"It all started with a stable where there lived a mare and a beautiful pony. One day the mare said to the pony, 'You've grown up enough to help mother Do you want something? The pony jumped up and down and said: "Why not? I am willing to help you. 'Mare..."

McGowan told this entertaining and educational story in a soft voice, and the two little guys listened very carefully.

"The pony crossed the river, and it turned out that the river was neither as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said." Meg ended the story.

But the two little guys still stared at her without any pajamas.

There was silence for a while.

"And then?" Amy couldn't help asking.

"Just... the pony crossed the river." Mag replied subconsciously.

"So the pony just crossed a river, turned into a story, and then tried to trick us into sleeping?" Amy blinked.

"Forehead……"

McGonagall pondered, and found that the little guy is becoming more and more difficult to take care of, so he had to imitate the tone of the elementary school teacher: "So, what does this story tell us?"

"We must learn to swim, so that crossing the river will not become a story that tricks children into sleeping." Amy said seriously.

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