Chapter 2154

McGonagall is very glad that Elena will not be at home, otherwise even if it does not become a Torah, the atmosphere will inevitably be a little embarrassed.

"Miss Hill, Miss Gloria, what are you doing here?" MEG gave the money to the coachman, then looked at them and said with a smile.

It has to be said that both of them are first-class in appearance and temperament.

Although it's not as good as Irina, it's true that each has its own charm.

"I heard that Mr. McGonagall was coming back today, so I came to visit him. At the door of the restaurant, I met Miss Gloria, who also came to see Mr. McGonagall, and waited here together." Hill said with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. McGonagall." Said Gloria, looking at MEG.

"I went to the military camp outside the city and sent some food to my former acquaintances. It's cold outside. If you have anything to say, go in and say it. " McGonagall, open the door and let the two of you come in first.

"You've had your meal, haven't you?" MEG came up with a pot of hot tea, poured one for each, and asked with a smile.

Hill said with a smile: "I had a simple meal, but if Mr. McGonagall is willing to cook, my stomach is willing to bear a little more pressure."

Before Gloria opened her mouth, her stomach began to growl.

As soon as she blushed, she asked the coachman to come to the Maimi restaurant directly after she was busy. Before she had time to eat, she had the morning meal today.

McGonagall took a menu from one side and put it between them. He said, "that's just right. I haven't eaten yet. What would you like to eat? Please order. It's my treat today."

"I'm joking. It's not a weekday. How can you trouble Mr. McGonagall to cook for us?" Hill said with a smile.

MEG looked at Gloria, who was ready to refuse, and shook her head with a smile. "No, you're worth it."

Hill spent money and effort to build an artillery production line with the fastest speed, but it helped him a lot.

In the cold north, Gloria made winter clothes for front-line soldiers, which also had important strategic significance.

These two points alone are worth McGonagall's cooking dinner for them.

Seeing that McGonagall was not joking, Hill thought a little and said, "I'm not welcome. I'll have a steak."

Geluoliya smell speech, a little thought cableway: "that trouble Mr. McGonagall for me to do a Yangzhou fried rice."

What she missed most, of course, was Mr. McGonagall's bean curd.

But she also knows that bean curd can't be made in a short time and a half. Naturally, she can't make such excessive demands.

"OK, you can sit down for a while." MEG turned and went into the kitchen.

Hill and Gloria sit opposite each other. The warm and comfortable environment in the restaurant makes the atmosphere less awkward.

"I heard that you are busy preparing cotton padded clothes for the soldiers on the March recently? How are you getting ready for this? " Hill asked first.

Gloria shook her head slightly, looked a little sad, and said: "at present, we are working overtime to rush production, but the number of tailors is limited. With the current progress, it is difficult for all soldiers to put on new cotton padded clothes before going out."

She invited almost all the tailors in the city of chaos, most of whom volunteered to join, but the number was still limited.

When she came to the Maimi restaurant today, she also wanted to talk to Mr. McGonagall to see if he had any other way.

"It's cold in the north. It's very different from our chaotic city. If the soldiers don't have winter clothes, they are easy to get frostbite." Hill frowned. She was busy with the gun business recently, but she didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Yes, I try to deploy from other places, but the Allied forces are from all ethnic groups, and winter clothing is very scarce. It is difficult to gather enough in a short time." Gloria nodded.

In the kitchen, MEG frowned.

Orcs, demons and trolls, which are thick skinned and fleshy, are OK, but delicate bodies like humans, without winter clothing, can be frostbitten in cold weather alone.

But war preparation is never a matter of one or two days. All of a sudden, all ethnic groups now have no time to prepare a large number of winter clothes.

After all, no race has ever considered fighting on the Arctic ice sheet.

Hill thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up and said, "I've come up with a way."

"What?" Gloria looked at Hill expectantly.

"Tailor is a term with technical requirements, so the number of tailors in chaos city is limited, but if you reduce the requirements to people who can sew cotton padded clothes, the number will become very considerable." Hill said with a smile: "you may not know that in the city of chaos, many people who have no money sew their own cotton padded clothes in winter."

"You mean... Let the people of the chaotic city sew winter clothes for the soldiers? Yes! That's a good idea Gloria's eyes lit up. She stood up and shook Hill's hand excitedly. "Thank you."

"No... nothing." For a moment, hill was not used to Gloria's enthusiasm.

Gloria drew back her hand, blushed and said, "I'm sorry, but I should go to the Lord's mansion immediately and ask the Lord to order the residents of the chaotic city to sew winter clothes for the soldiers."

With that, she was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." McGonagall came out of the kitchen with a portion of Yangzhou fried rice. He put his hand on Gloria's shoulder and said with a smile, "even to save the world, you have to fill your stomach first. If you are tired out, no one can do better than you."

"But..." Gloria smelled the delicious Yangzhou fried rice, and her stomach began to purr. Her hunger made her feel like a little star in her eyes.

"Eat quickly. I think we'll have a busy night tonight." MEG pushed Gloria back to her seat and put the spoon in her hand.

"Well." Gloria's eyes were fogged, so she took a spoon and put it into her mouth.

Warm feeling filled in the heart, these days of fatigue, seems to be swept away, the whole person is filled with the feeling of happiness.

Hill looked at MEG, and then at Gloria, with the same expression.

"Do you understand again?" McGonagall saw Hill's expression from the corner of his eyes. He turned and went into the kitchen. After a while, he came out with a medium rare steak.

"Thank you. I'm welcome." Hill nodded slightly, picked up the knife and fork, and ate it gracefully.

In fact, she didn't have time to have dinner. The engineer put forward several ideas for improving the artillery, so she wanted to ask McGonagall to help. If the power could be improved a little, it would be excellent.

As for why we're looking for MEG.

Maybe... This is a groundless superstition.