McGonagall is very satisfied with the railings and green plants. If the 32 chapter table is laid flat, it looks like a big stall. This will make him less confident when he writes down the price of dishes.

But after the hollow wooden railings are installed, they do not block the sight, but also add a bit of petty bourgeoisie flavor, which is worthy of the price.

"Boss Mai, who did you hire to make this shop? I heard a clanging sound. I came here to have a look. I didn't even see a personal image. Is it too efficient? " MEG takes Amy's hand and is about to enter the door. Mobai comes out of the blacksmith's shop and looks at MEG curiously.

McGonagall stopped, looked at Mobai and said with a smile: "a decoration master I knew before, because he was in a hurry, so he left. He was a magician and did not do business, but the efficiency was really OK."

"Host, this system solemnly warns you! This system is super professional The angry roar of the system rang out in McGonagall's mind, but McGonagall ignored it.

"It turned out to be a magician. No wonder." Mo Bai nodded, looked at the expanded restaurant again, looked at McGonagall with a smile and said, "boss McGonagall, your store has doubled. Will it be easier to eat in the future?"

"We may not be able to double the number of people in a short time, but it should be easier to line up." McGonagall nodded with a smile, which was also a dilemma for Mobai. Although he lived next door, he was busy beating iron every day. When he was finished, the team had already lined up all the way, and often couldn't eat.

"That's good. Now I really miss the days when there were only three or two customers in the store. For example, if I want to have a meal now, I have to watch the team ahead of time. If I don't pay attention, I will surpass the team." Mo Bai sighed.

"Good things are always worth looking forward to, aren't they?" Meg said with a smile.

"Yes, in order to eat the delicious food made by boss Mai, queuing is nothing." Mo Bai also followed with a smile and nodded. He looked around. He came up and discussed in a low voice: "that... Boss Mai, I'm a little addicted to alcohol. Do you think you can give me a glass of beer? Just one glass is enough, nothing else."

"Boss Mobai hasn't eaten yet?" Asked MEG.

"Ah? Well, I've just finished. I haven't eaten yet. " Mo Bai Leng nodded.

"It happens that we haven't eaten yet. Why don't we come in for dinner and have a drink together? Thank boss Mobai for selling me the store. You are the first guest this time." McGonagall opened the restaurant, smiling at Mobai's invitation.

"Well, then I'm welcome." Mo Bai looks at McGonagall and laughs heartily.

"Meow ~ ~"

As soon as the door opened, the ugly duckling rushed out and rushed directly into Amy's arms. She cried like a coquettish, and her big eyes were full of grievances.

"Well, I know. I'll take you next time. But from today on, your appetite must be halved. Otherwise, I think you will become a fat orange that can't fly." Amy came in with the duckling in her arms and said seriously.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling looked at Amy pitifully.

"It's no use asking me. I've made up my mind." Amy turned her head and didn't change her mind. She watched curiously in the restaurant, fiddling with hydroponic green plants planted in transparent glass bottles and hanging them on wooden railings with hemp ropes. It was simple and elegant.

McGonagall went upstairs, changed into a cook's suit, tied his apron and headed for the kitchen.

The door opened and a strip-shaped professional kitchen was displayed in front of MEG.

After the expansion of the store, the area of the kitchen has more than doubled. The original single kitchen seems to be a little crowded after being stuffed with all kinds of kitchen utensils, a large refrigerator and a large water tank. Especially when several frying pans work at the same time, and they also serve as kebabs and stewed chicken, they feel surrounded by kitchen utensils.

But now there is a sharp and bright knife hanging on the knife rest on the wall. The grill is placed in the corner, four frying pans are arranged in a row, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are placed in accordance with McGonagall's habits, which makes him feel very comfortable.

In addition to horizontal expansion, the system obviously increases the width of the kitchen by about half a meter, so that even if there are four cooks cooking at the same time, the kitchen will not be crowded, and leave more space for more kitchenware.

Of course, McGonagall's attention is most attracted by the oven made of yellow mud beside the grill, which is exactly the same as the wall mounted oven he used when practicing roast duck in the kitchen god proving ground.

"This customization is really spiritual." McGonagall went to the oven and looked at it for a while. He nodded with satisfaction. Probably no designer in the world can understand what he wants as well as the system, and it can often exceed his expectations.

A large plate of roast beef kebabs, a medium spicy large spicy roast fish, and beer bubbling in the big beer cup. MEG and Mobai drank happily and chatted a lot.

Moby is the first guest of the restaurant, a neighbor and the first friend MEG knows in the world.

For the dwarf blacksmith who is determined to kill the dragon, McGonagall heard him talk about the past for the first time.

Mo Bai's father is also an excellent dwarf blacksmith, and his forged weapons are very popular. Mo Bai learned from his father since childhood and became a blacksmith as well. He married and had children and lived a stable life.

Until one day, a dragon attacked their tribe and killed many innocent dwarves, including his father.

Three years later, he left the tribe and embarked on the journey of looking for the Dragon alone. He could not bear the fact that his father and his people were killed for no reason. He wanted revenge, otherwise his heart would never be peaceful.

It was more than 100 years since he left. He never found the dragon and never went back to his hometown.

The race war is over, Nolan continent ushered in a hundred years of peace, but he is still on the road of revenge.

Mo Bai looked up and finished the beer in the glass. He had a big red nose, and his eyes were firm. "That damned red dragon, I must kill him myself!" he said

McGonagall filled his glass and looked at him in silence. He didn't persuade him to go home to have a look or to let go of his hatred.

Mo Bai's choice may not be the best, but what qualifications do people who have not experienced it have to judge all this? If McGonagall was replaced, he might make the same choice.

"Boss Mai, thank you for your hospitality. When I kill that red dragon one day, I'll buy you a drink." Drinking some staggering ink white toward the doorframe waved, and then walked toward the blacksmith shop.

MEG watched him enter the door. A cold wind came. He shrunk his head and muttered, "it's cold. Winter is coming."