Chapter 177

Abelmia looked at the father and daughter sitting at the door, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were envious. She silently collected the dishes on the table and went to the kitchen, muttering, "when will your father come? Mother said that he would come back, but year after year, he still didn't show up. This year, maybe he won't come... "

MEG asked Amy to stand up straight in front of her, looking at her with a serious look, and said: "Amy, from tomorrow on, you are going to have a class with master crassus. Remember, during the class, you are not allowed to call master moustache, you must call master crassus. This is the most basic respect that a student and an apprentice have for a teacher, OK?"

"But is he master halfbeard? I like the name Amy looks at MEG a little tangled.

"Amy, everyone has his own preferences, but we can't just act according to our own preferences, because it may hurt others. Sometimes words are a sharp weapon, which is sharper than knives." McGonagall shook his head, his face was still serious, and continued: "respect for teachers is something that should be remembered by a student from the beginning of school. Master Krasu and master Julian may be your only apprentice in your life, so you must listen to them and respect them in class, you know?"

"Well, I see." Amy looked into McGonagall's eyes and nodded. After thinking about it, her eyes lit up again and said, "can I call them master half beard and master turtle shell when I'm not in class?"

"When you don't have class, just like it." MEG opened his mouth and looked at Amy, who was full of expectation. Anyway, Krasu and Julian didn't look disgusted, so they nodded with a smile.

"All right." Amy nodded happily and looked out of the window. Her little hand shook Meg's hand and said, "father, please accompany me to see the stars. You haven't been with me to see the stars for a long time."

"Well, let's go to the balcony. It's closer to the stars." McGonagall looks at Amy and nods. He says that he has been busy with the restaurant since the restaurant opened. Every day, Amy gets up before she wakes up. After every day, Amy falls asleep on the counter and seldom has time to accompany her. I can't help feeling sorry.

Taking Amy's little hand, MEG looked at abelmia and said, "mia, you can go back early when you're ready. Be careful on the way. Don't come too early tomorrow morning. I'm going to take Amy to school. I won't be back until about six fifty."

"Well, good boss." Abelmia nodded, hesitated and asked again, "but do you want me to press your shoulder now?"

"I don't need it today. You're tired too. Hurry up and go back to rest." MEG laughed and shook his head.

"Sister mia, be careful on the way. Goodbye." Amy waves at MIA.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling also gave a symbolic cry. These days, the ugly duckling's attitude towards abelmia is still a bit hostile. However, under the threat of Amy's growing up, it has almost disappeared, but it still can't get close to her.

"Mm-hmm, goodbye." Abelmia nodded with a smile, looking at MEG and Amy, as well as the lazy ugly duckling.

"Father, can you bring the mushroom elf with you?" As she reached the stairway, Amy looked back at the music box in the counter, looked up at MEG and asked.

"Of course." MEG smiles, reaches for the music box and leads Amy up the stairs.

When the restaurant was systematically renovated, McGonagall fooled us into renovating the second floor together. On the third floor, there was a small empty room and a large balcony. The balcony was surrounded by white ceramic railings. The ground was pasted with gray anti-skid tiles, facing Aden square. The left and right views were wide. Except for the balcony, there was nothing too lonely, other aspects were simply amazing.

"Wow! The roof of our house is so wonderful. It's flat As soon as the door opened, a light at the door came on. Amy jumped out and looked at the open balcony. She exclaimed with surprise. The duckling was put on the ground by her and ran around the balcony with her. She looked very happy.

"It's really a good place. If there are more people in the future, you can have barbecue, string and beer on the balcony. With such a balcony and stars in the sky, you'll be more happy than immortals." McGonagall is also a bit surprised. There is nothing in the back room. Usually, you can put some grills, sun umbrellas, reclining chairs and so on.

"System, I need a recliner." McGonagall said in his heart, of course, you need a comfortable reclining chair to watch the stars. It's a bit too shabby to lie on the ground. McGonagall is a hedonist.

"Remind the host that, according to the judgment of the system, the lounges will change the pattern of the restaurant to a certain extent, so the system does not provide lounges. Please upgrade the restaurant to Lv2 as soon as possible. At that time, the upgrade package will include two senior lounges." The serious voice of the system rang out, with some unquestionable meaning.

"System, let me ask you a question, will the guests come to the balcony?" McGonagall asked calmly.

The system was silent for a moment and replied, "I don't think so."

"No! No, it should not, it certainly won't. I won't let any guests enter the area outside the first floor, including MIA. Therefore, the area above the second floor belongs to the living area, not the restaurant. " McGonagall said decidedly, with a smile on his face, "so, putting a recliner on the balcony has nothing to do with the pattern of the restaurant. Your judgment is totally wrong."... " The system silently floats a line of ellipsis, as if speechless.

"Do you sell reclining chairs? In a word, if I don't sell it, I can buy it on the street tomorrow, and I can customize it according to my own size. Even if the price is high, it doesn't matter, as long as I sit comfortably. " McGonagall's voice was a little indifferent.

"The system must admit that there was a bug just now, which led to wrong calculation and judgment. Adding a reclining chair on the third floor will not affect the layout of the restaurant." The system was silent for a while, with a tone of remorse, and soon changed his voice: "this system can provide thousands of reclining chairs for the host to choose from, plus money can also upgrade the massage chair, tailor-made for the host, perfectly fit the curve, is a necessary product for home travel!"

"Good. I like your service attitude." McGonagall looked at the rows of pictures of reclining chairs in his mind and nodded with satisfaction.