Chapter 2028

"You... Who are you? Where's my Clara baby? I... I tell you, she is the most beautiful and the best woman in the world... You... Don't stop me from coming home... "Pasha came unsteadily, said solemnly, and then fell into the woman's arms.

"Dead sample..." a shy smile appeared on the woman's face. The wooden slipper in her hand just patted him on the bottom, and then she helped Pasa into the room.

"Sit down and I'll boil some water for you to wash your feet." Clara put Pasa on the bed and said.

"Boss Hades is not deceiving me! When a man drinks until he is seven percent drunk, he plays until you shed tears! " Pasha opened her eyes, took a look, and praised angrily in her heart.

"Father, are you peeking at your mother?" One little head came, and then two more.

"Shh, my father brought you delicious food." Pasa took out the peanuts and sugar that boss Mai had packed for him and handed them to the three children.

"All right!" The three children took away the bag and ate happily.

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MEG closed the door and closed the day.

No one can find Joe now, but the net has been spread out, and the sea is full of fishermen. As long as he wants to make waves, he will be caught sooner or later.

With his understanding of Joe, he has done so many things with great care. Seeing the situation in Nolan become so dangerous, how can he give up? So now he just needs to wait for himself to jump out or come to the door.

MEG turned off the light outside and was about to go upstairs. When he turned around, he found Elena and the two little guys sitting behind a table looking at him.

"What? Do you want to have a snack? " McGonagall said with a smile. He thought they were asleep.

"If it's midnight... Of course it's OK." Amy nodded her head without thinking.

"Hot pot is good." Said Irina.

Annie nodded her head.

"Meow, meow." The ugly duckling also stood up from the chair beside him and voiced his approval.

"OK, I'll prepare the ingredients. Let's have hot pot." MEG walked to the kitchen with a smile.

"By the way, my mother, don't we talk to my father about how to improve the business of the tavern?" Amy turned to look at Elena and asked with a wink.

"It doesn't matter. Eating hot pot doesn't affect our conversation." Irina said with a smile.

"Oh." Amy nodded thoughtfully. Her two short legs dangled in the air and suddenly jumped to the ground. She ran to the kitchen door and looked at McGonagall who was preparing the food. "My father, I want to eat fried dough sticks, which are cooked in a hot pot."

"OK, but it will take a little time to make fried dough sticks. It will take a while." MEG agreed.

"Well, don't worry. It's very kind of your father." Amy nodded her head, ran to move a small bench, sat at the kitchen door, and talked to MEG with cute words.

Because the kids always have new ideas, they may want to eat fried dough sticks, soybean milk, durian pizza at any time... So Meg's refrigerator has prepared some small semi-finished products, such as the dough used to make fried dough sticks, which can be twisted into thin strips, and then fried directly from the frying pan.

Before long, a mandarin duck pot was put on the table. McGonagall came out with two large trays of hot pot ingredients and filled the whole table, including a large plate of golden fried dough sticks.

Amy reached for a piece of fried dough sticks, put it to her mouth, breathed, and took a bite.

Just out of the pot for a while, the fried dough sticks are fragrant and crispy. The corners of the little guy's mouth rise unconsciously, happy beyond words.

MEG helped Elena to throw a plate of various fungi into the soup pot, which was her favorite way to eat.

The thick bone soup turns into mushroom soup, which is more delicious. Drinking soup directly is the ultimate delicious experience, making the original light soup pot full of flavor, which is in line with her personal taste.

Irina put a piece of beef roll in the clear soup pot and looked at MEG, who was adding red soup to her plate. "Is that what your pub is going to do?"

"How?" MEG tasted his dish with his chopsticks and nodded with satisfaction.

"There are no guests every day, so we have nothing to do." Amy swallowed the fried dough sticks and looked at MEG seriously. "We can't just be lazy, so how can we have more customers and make more money?"

McGonagall knew that earning more money must be a more important purpose in the little guy's heart. He was very pleased that the little guy had such a realistic understanding of making money at a young age. At least he didn't have to worry that she would be short of money in the future.

Of course, a little guy with a billion dollars will never have to worry about money in his life.

Of course, making money is just a hobby.

However, it coincides with what McGonagall is going to do next. The task of the tavern is coming. On the third day of its opening, Saipan tavern is still in the small circle of the Ministry of war. Although it has increased from 2000 copper coins to more than 10000, its popularity is still in the pitiful single digits.

Oh, by the way, after drinking Maotai, the gentleman just added a little popularity to Saipan tavern, but still did not break through the single digits.

"What about today's turnover?" Elena reaches out her hand and looks at MEG with a smile.

"Here it is." McGonagall's face was a little stiff. He thought of his proud appearance at the door just now, but he obediently took out all the turnover tonight from his purse and handed it to Elena.

"Do you have any plans?" Irina took the money and put it on hand, smiling more and more brightly. She looked at MEG and asked.

McGonagall's marketing method is definitely more than that, because it can make the mcmillagall restaurant into the first restaurant in the city of chaos, reap countless loyal customers and fill the queue every day.

"As the saying goes, wine is not afraid of deep alleys. As a pub, if you want a good business, the key is whether the wine is good or not." Said Meg.

"Do you want Amy to sit at the door and drink?" Irina frowned slightly. MEG had used this routine many times in the McMillan restaurant.

"How can it be? Children can't drink." MEG waved his hand.

"Then?"

"The fragrance of Maotai is beyond the resistance of every good drinker, so from tomorrow on, I will pour a glass of Maotai and put it at the door of the tavern, locked with iron cages, to attract the passing guests and the surrounding residents." Meg said with a smile.

"Your idea..." Irene thought for a while, nodded in agreement, "wonderful!"

"However, if there are more guests, you may have to work harder, because the pub is only open for one month, and I don't plan to recruit new staff for the time being." McGonagall hesitated.

"It doesn't matter. I can take care of the money." Irina waved her hand calmly.

"I can be cute and greet the guests." Amy blew on Meg's newly ironed tripe and sold it to her.

"I can serve." Said Annie, gesticulating.