Chapter 572

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission of declaring war on chefs all over the world. Half of the task reward 0.5 physical fitness points have been issued, accumulating 1 Physical Fitness point. Does the host choose to use it now The sound of the system sounded in Meg's mind.

"I refuse." McGonagall didn't even think about it. He didn't want to feel the pleasure of being shocked in public. So many people might be killed on the spot as a neuropathy, which is not good.

By the end of the duel, the crowd has reached nearly 2000, which is undoubtedly an excellent advertisement for the Maimi restaurant, adding some exposure to the restaurant in addition to the food list.

"Boss, give me another ten kebabs and a beer... Beer." Cried Peter, his eyes fixed on the beef kebab by the grill.

"I'd like two more if I can, and a drink." Hill also looked at MEG with a smile and said that for her, every meal will be controlled a little bit, but today she wants to break this rule. Aestheticism can't live up to it.

"I don't mind another taste of delicious roast beef kebabs and wine." The professor said with a smile.

"Mr. Mai, it's better to be open tonight. We can sell Roast Beef Kebabs and beer. Let's have a taste. We can only see but we can't eat them, but we're greedy." Harrison yelled in the crowd, which immediately caused a echo, and the eyes of the onlookers lit up one after another. This delicious roast beef kebab, even if it is more expensive, is worth a try.

Moreover, there are so many people here. If the boss can do business, he will not refuse everyone's request. He will start business and leave many guests.

McGonagall looked at the expectant and eager eyes, and shook his head with a smile. "I'm sorry, the rest of the beef is prepared for our own dinner. It's not for sale. If some judges still want to eat, they can come back tomorrow when the restaurant is open, or you can come back to the restaurant when it's open."

"I turned down Miss Hill and Phoebe's request!"

"Disappointed, why do I come here to suffer this kind of torture..."

"Well, it seems that I'm going to line up early tomorrow morning. I can already foresee the long line at the gate of the restaurant tomorrow."

"Well, I can't even eat Miss Hill's beef kebab, and I feel a lot of psychological balance. Just wait for tomorrow."

Hearing McGonagall's words, the court was filled with grief. Many people were surprised that McGonagall refused hill again, and it was just two kebabs of roast beef.

"Well, I'll have to wait until I have time to eat this delicious roast beef kebab." Hill's eyes also flashed a bit of surprise. This was the first man who refused her twice. However, he didn't show any displeasure on his face. He stood up and looked at McGonagall and said with a smile, "thank you for your hospitality. I hope Mr. McGonagall can correct the definition of more delicious food. I think that would be a wonderful thing."

"I think so." McGonagall also nodded slightly, looked at the swaying figure turning away, withdrew his eyes, expressed his thanks to Robert and others, and refused the request of another beer without any discussion.

"Boss Mai, you've got a new restaurant. Are you going to move it or open another branch? If I remember correctly, Ritchie's barbecue is several times bigger than McMillan's Harrison pushed forward from the crowd, looked at McGonagall and asked curiously. Many people who were going to leave were also curious. To McGonagall, it seemed that the mcmillary restaurant was really too small. I can imagine that if I want to eat such delicious food in the future, I'm afraid I can't even wait for a seat.

"Well... I haven't figured out what I'm going to use that restaurant for now, but McMillan won't move out, at least not in a short time." MEG laughed and shook his head.

"Well, I hope the branch of Maimi restaurant will open as soon as possible, so that we don't have to work so hard in line." Harrison nodded without asking.

McGonagall just laughs and doesn't speak. He really hasn't figured out how to use Ritchie's store yet.

"Let's break up first. Tomorrow, Maimi restaurant will launch three kinds of roast beef kebabs and beer. Each kebab has five beef granules. You are welcome to taste them." Meg said aloud, smiling.

"Five! Don't be so kind to boss McGonagall

"Come early tomorrow morning, Mr. McGregor. You can't have no fish in the morning like grilled fish."

"I'm going to find a restaurant to fill my stomach. I'm starving."

McGonagall's words caused another commotion. The crowd began to break up. The lawn in front of the restaurant was trampled and looked like a mess.

"My father is so powerful!" Amy looked at MEG admiringly, and then said, "but... The baby still wants to eat barbecue."

"Meow!" the duckling followed, rubbing his head against Meg's feet.

"Well, wait. My father will do it for you." Looking at the two little guys, McGonagall felt his heart was melting. Looking at abemia, who was collecting the cup, he said, "mia, you put the table back in place, and then you and Amy will wait for dinner."

"Good!" Abemia had a sweet smile on her face. She was also very curious about the delicious smell of the roast beef kebab. Only in this way could a noble person like Miss Hill want to have two more kebabs.

"This guy is too stingy, too much!" Not far away, Peter looked back at McGonagall, stamping his feet angrily, but his eyes fell on the grill in front of him. He sighed again, walked forward with a worried and tangled face, and muttered: "but how can there be such delicious roast beef in the world? It completely satisfied all my imagination of roast beef, even far beyond my imagination. If I didn't eat it myself, I can't believe that someone in the world can make such delicious food. Although this guy's mouth is almost half as powerful as mine, the question now is how to write this manuscript? There's nothing wrong with it

When the crowd dispersed, the restaurant was quiet again. It was completely dark. A round moon was hanging high in the sky. Four western style street lights were on. The warm light lit up the door of the restaurant, which was very warm. Abemia and Amy sat at the table with their hands on the table, holding their chin, looking forward to McGonagall, who was seriously roasting beef, The smell of beef wafts in the air, especially attractive.

"By the way, Xiaomi and Mia, our restaurant is going to hold a mid autumn festival party tomorrow, so we need to prepare something after dinner later." MEG suddenly turned back.