Chapter 1917

At the end of the busy night, the girls returned to the dormitory. MEG, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and garland standing outside the door.

He remembered that the two had already had dinner and were waiting outside the door, surely to wait for him.

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

"Hello, boss. May I have a word with you?" Garland came forward and looked at McGonagall with a smile. "I'm garland, editor in chief of shiquanshimei magazine. Today, I tasted the food you cooked. It's amazing. I really want to communicate with you."

"The beauty of eating whole foods?" McGonagall frowned slightly. He had some impression of this magazine. Before, he had looked through the top magazines in Nolan, and shiquanshimei was also one of them.

What impresses him more is not the magazine itself, but a gourmet named Milo. He is good at satirical literature. Relying on the poisonous tongue of diss, he is very special in food articles.

Of course, it mainly reminds MEG of who he was

It's really a shameful past.

However, compared with him, the little brother's skill is still a little worse.

The words are obviously a little tied, not able to achieve the level of free and easy, not free and easy... Anyway, not as cool as he spray.

Moreover, he also thought that if he had a chance to meet him, he would have to mention him and let him take it easy. After all, most of the chefs were very careful. If they were not careful, they might be cursed to a different world.

After all, not everyone is such a lucky son of him. He is the only one who can get a cute treasure from a different world and give it back to his wife.

"Wait, Milo?" MEG took a look at the tall, square faced middle-aged man standing beside him. When he entered the door, his name was Milo. Was he the little brother?

"Hello, I'm Milo, a gourmet." When Milo saw MEG looking at him, he had to say hello, carefully observing the change of Meg's expression.

It's no secret that he has a bad reputation in the ears of catering practitioners.

"Hello, I'm MEG. Nice to meet you." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He felt familiar with his peers.

He is very pleased that some people in this world can carry the keyboard to earn money. What an inclusive world it is.

"Thank you." Milo was flattered and muttered to himself that he still liked his restaurant owner. It was a surprise.

"May I help you?" McGonagall looked at them and asked, two little guys are waiting for him to tell them stories to get them to sleep, so he's not going to welcome them in.

Garland is also aware of McGonagall's hard work, and says: "you may not know that under the promotion of several peer magazines, the McMillan restaurant and the delicious food you created are loved by readers all over the world. After we tasted it, Milo and I were impressed by your cooking skills. We hope to have the opportunity to listen to you tell the stories behind these delicious food in our spare time, I think that's what readers want to know. "

"Am I already that influential?" McGonagall looks at garland with some surprise. He knows that some of the restaurant's regular customers are gourmets, and Randy, who has just been near a rich woman, is one of them. However, their articles have expanded the influence of the restaurant to all parts of the continent.

"Yes, no one can resist the charm of delicious food. Your Maimi restaurant has been regarded as the Holy Land in many people's hearts." Milo nodded. Although he always scoffed at the so-called holy land, this time, he agreed that Maimi restaurant could be promoted as a holy land.

McGonagall looks at the two people, his brain is spinning fast, influence means traffic, and traffic for him, is the fans who may be able to transform.

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

"Well, I won't disturb your rest. See you tomorrow." Garland said with a smile, watching the door of the restaurant slowly close, and then slapped Milo.

"Let's eat tomorrow. We have enough money to keep. This time, we have come to the right place." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.

"Hey, hey, I'm not polite." Milo laughs. He's always good at eating big.

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"Father, mother? Won't she come back to bed today? " Amy, holding the sleeping duckling, sat on the high stool behind the counter and asked, shaking her short legs.

Anne stood by, looking at MEG as well.

"She may have other things to do today. She will come home later. How about Xiaomi and Annie go to bed first?" Meg said with a smile.

"Ang, OK." Amy nodded and slipped down from the high stool.

"Come on, go upstairs." McGonagall took the two kids upstairs and arranged for them to wash themselves. When the two kids changed their pajamas and lay on the bed, they began to tell them bedtime stories.

"What kind of story do you want to hear today?" McGonagall sat by the bed, looking at the two little guys who were looking forward to it.

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

Annie nodded.

"At a young age, I know how to look at princes and princesses. It's not very good." MEG touched his chin. Most of the princes in fairy tales are extravagant and licentious.

For example, the prince who is plotting against the unconscious snow white, the prince who is looking for Cinderella all over the world with his boots, the prince who has no idea that the mermaid is worse than Hong Shixian

It is necessary to set up the right three outlooks for the two girls at the right age, so that they can not indulge in such unequal stories.

"Today we won't tell the story of the prince and princess. Let's tell the story of the pony crossing the river." Meg said with a smile.

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

"It begins with a stable where there is a mare and a beautiful pony. One day, the mare said to the pony, "you've grown up. Can you do something for your mother? The pony said repeatedly: why not? I'd love to help you. " The mare... "

McGovern whispered the story of teaching and entertainment, and the two little guys listened to it very carefully.

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

But the two little guys were still staring at her, without any pajamas.

The silence lasted for a while.

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

"Just... The pony crossed the river." McGonagall replied subconsciously.

"So the pony just crossed a river and became a story, and then tried to cheat us to sleep?" Amy blinked.

"Er..."

McGonagall pondered and found that the kids were becoming more and more difficult to bring, so he had to learn the language of the primary school teacher: "so, what does this story tell us?"

"We must learn to swim, so that crossing the river will not become a story of cheating children to sleep." Amy said seriously.