"The ELF's figure, appearance and temperament are excellent. If Sally gives people the feeling of being cool, then she gives people the feeling of being proud and arrogant. However, when this feeling appears on her, people will not feel uncomfortable, but take it for granted. Such a person should have this kind of temperament, 9.2, It's a little worse than Gloria. " McGonagall looked at bloom and scored in his heart.

As for why the score is a little lower than Gloria's, maybe it's because he prefers the girl who looks a little better and a little smaller.

This girl is too tall. If she is put on the earth, she can be directly pulled to be a model. It's no problem to be a supermodel.

Of course, this kind of liking is just a kind of appreciation. MEG looks at the girl now with no fluctuation.

McGonagall's heart is like water, but the guests in line can't. suddenly, there comes such a beautiful woman. Many men unconsciously look at her and compare her with Sally in their heart. Compared with the cool Sally, this girl seems to be closer.

"You must be the first time to come to the Maimi restaurant, Miss fairies?" At the end of the line, a well-dressed young man looked at bloom and asked with a gentle smile, but his eyes were secretly aimed at his long, white calf.

"Oh, man." Bloom rolled his eyes in his heart, but he didn't show any sign on his face. It's good to learn about the restaurant from this guy. He nodded a little blandly. He was a little interested, but not very interested. This is the most attractive state for men.

"In lower Constantine, there are two large gem shops in Aden square. Because they are close to each other, they are also familiar customers of the Maimi restaurant." Constantine first showed his financial resources quietly, then continued to smile and said: "Miss's eyes are really good. Maimi restaurant is the most delicious restaurant in Aden square. The food here can't be found in the whole chaotic city or even the whole mainland. Boss Maimi is a genius."

"Is the boss really so good?" He is not interested in the so-called gem shop, but he is curious about the second half of his sentence. Although he has no expectation of human food, if he can eat a little delicious food, he will not abuse his stomach.

"How can I cheat you, Miss pretty? Look at this line. Most restaurants line up in one line. But since the dish of bean curd came out, the sweet and salty parties quarreled and disagreed with each other because of the taste dispute, and then they became two teams. Now our line is sweet party, and they are quite different, After a while, you must try the sweet bean curd, not only delicious, but also has the effect of beauty Constantine said with a smile. He was also quite tall, half a head taller than bloom, so he didn't seem embarrassed to her at all.

"Girl, don't listen to him. Salty bean curd is the real delicacy. If you don't eat salty bean curd, what's the point of living?" Next to the team, a little old man said unconvinced.

The dialogue between the two made the atmosphere of the two teams a little tense, but the guests in front of the team had begun to enter, so the dispute did not escalate, but the momentum that no one would agree with each other made bloom have some interest.

"It's interesting, but what is this bean curd? It's worth a try. Although for my extreme appearance, these things have almost no effect. " Bloom thought curiously.

Constantine, in order to maintain his gentle image, did not argue with the little old man. Looking at bloom, he said with a smile, "beautiful lady, I don't know your name. I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite you to lunch with me?"

"No lunch, Cheryl. I can afford it myself." With a flick of blonde curls, bloom walked directly past Constantine and followed the procession towards the dining room door.

"Is my spring really here! My heart hasn't been beating for many years. I thought that there was no woman in the world who could move me. I just didn't meet her. " Constantine seemed to have lost his soul all of a sudden. He looked back at bloom. His heart thumped and his breathing was a little short. He quickly stepped up to follow him.

Although the invitation was rejected, he felt that he should still leave a good impression in her heart. After a while, as long as he found a chance to sit next to her and then settle the account, he would know more about her.

"Welcome." Abemia greets the guests with a smile. Sally stands aside with a cold expression. MEG walks to the kitchen, ready to start the busy noon business hours.

"What a beautiful fairy, Aisha. Is she your people?" Abelmia saw the tall bloom in the line at a glance. Her eyes brightened and she could not help but ask in a curious whisper.

"I haven't seen her." Sally also noticed bloom, but there was no such person in her memory. However, after the race war, many elves left the wind forest and scattered all over the mainland. Even in the city of chaos, there were a lot of elves, and she should be one of them.

"What a beautiful little sister." Amy was also looking at bloom with bright eyes.

The psychic door interface in my mind flashed every guest's information, including his head picture, name, race, gender, strength and so on. McGonagall glanced at it from time to time. With his super memory, he could easily remember everyone's name and information, so that he could directly recognize every guest who had never been to the restaurant without psychic door.

"It seems that the experts are in the minority after all." McGonagall sighed in his heart that there are not many guests who can reach level 5 or above. Level 7 is one of the best. There are few restaurants above level 7. As for level 10, so far, McGonagall has only seen Crassus, Julian, Novartis and Michael.

McGonagall just walked to the kitchen door, the interface suddenly jumped out of an elf's head and information. It was the elf he had scored 9.2 points before. As soon as he glanced at her information, McGonagall's expression was instantly rigid.

"Crouch, crouch, crouch!"

"Is he meowing a man?"??? System, you broke the door to have a problem