Chapter 2213

MEG cooked a table, and Marla finally made the pig tongue.

McGonagall nodded as he looked at the bright, evenly sliced, delicate salad pig tongue.

Previously, he watched the whole process of Mara cooking this dish, and the whole process was very good. He did everything he should do, and the degree of completion was very high.

I can see that she really studied and practiced hard.

McGonagall was quite satisfied with the apprentice.

"Try it." Marla stood at the table, her hands behind her back, looking nervously at MEG.

MEG took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pig's tongue, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently. Then he put the pig's tongue into his mouth.

The crispy pig tongue is wrapped with red oil and chili sauce. The bittern is soaked in it. The more you chew, the more fragrant it is. It's really good.

McGonagall put down his chopsticks, looked at Marla and nodded with a smile. "It's not bad, but it's a thousand plates away from being able to be sold in a pub. There is something wrong with the refining of red oil. It has a slightly heavy burnt taste, and there is still room for improvement in the taste of pig tongue. It takes a long time for us to understand it. "

"OK, I see!" Marla listened carefully and nodded solemnly.

"I think it's enough to put it in the tavern as a dish. If there's no such dish, the Saipan tavern will open again, and the guests will have to stare at the empty table." Effie cut in with a pig tongue.

"Eat well, sister Mara's cooking is getting better." Amy chewed the pig's tongue and said happily.

"To be a pub, you still need to pursue something." McGonagall shook his head, looked at Effie and said, "quality can decide the difference between a pub and other pubs. I hope Saipan is always that exquisite and beautiful existence. It's almost a kind of poison. Once you start, you will lose the bottom line. "

Effie looked at MEG and was silent for a moment. She nodded and said, "I see."

Although he became a shake off shopkeeper, McGonagall still hopes that Saipan pub can stick to its heart.

After lunch, Effie left.

When she took over the Saipan pub, the first thing she wanted to do was to recruit new staff.

Although Saipan already has six waiters, it's not enough.

After all, not everyone can be as versatile as McGonagall. Cashiers, waiters, kitchen staff... All have to be equipped.

It's obviously unrealistic for Saipan tavern to reopen immediately. She reorganizes a team.

"Let's go to the opera this afternoon." MEG took the dishes and said to the crowd.

"Miss Black Cat?" Amy asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

Anne also looked up at MEG, also full of expectation.

"Yes, now the black cat opera house has moved to our street. Let's go and have a look." MEG nodded with a smile, picked up the big bag of clothes, and led the family and Marla to the black cat opera house not far away.

Soon McGonagall came to building 101, the once dusty circus venue, which was cleaned and changed.

On the door hung a simple wooden board, which read: black cat opera company

Yesterday, it rained a little in Luodu and the paint fell off a little.

Well

In another place, I still feel poor.

Such a miserable Opera Troupe is really rare.

The gate of the opera house is half open, but there is a wooden sign on it, which says the time of the show. The opening time of the afternoon show is one o'clock, half an hour from now.

"I forgot to say it wasn't time to start." Marla shrugged her shoulders.

"It's OK. I'm going to talk to miss Vicky about something." McGonagall said with a smile, going into the door first.

Mara quickly followed.

Elena followed her two children through the door, and Annie was holding a picture book in her arms.

The light in the opera house is dim, and the sunlight from the small window is not enough to provide sufficient light.

Most of it is because of poverty, so there are no oil lamps in other places except the stage, and they are not lit.

The central stage has been simply transformed, and the newly painted platform looks like an opera house.

It's a pity that the seats under the stage are too simple, and the benches are laid out, which makes it a bit crowded and messy.

It's not particularly good to experience opera in such an environment.

As soon as the Opera Troupe had lunch and was ready to take a rest, they looked out one after another when they heard the news coming from the door.

"Hello, it's not time for the afternoon. Please come back later." Old man Michelle came forward with a smile.

"Old man Mitchell, this is my master. He's here to find the commander." Marla jumped out and said to old man Mimi.

Old man Miguel came near and finally saw Meg's face. He was a little surprised. "It's you!"

Black cat opera company can move here from the old house, from no one to go on the right track, all depends on the noble man in front of us.

He not only gave them the venue, but also the money to tide them over. This kindness is recorded in everyone's heart of the opera company.

"Chief! Here comes the benefactor Cried old man Mitchell, turning his head.

The Opera Troupe immediately came to see the McGonagall family and all of them were smiling.

They were impressed by this family. The main reason was that the two little girls were so cute that they were hard to forget.

Wearing a black Lolita, Vicky also came quickly from behind the stage, stopped in front of MEG, with a smile on her face: "you're back at last."

"I came here today. I heard that your opera company is already open, so I'm going to see one. It seems that it's early." McGonagall also smiles.

McGonagall is still in awe of this girl with dual personality, because you don't know what character she will become next.

"It's not the opening time yet, but please take a seat here. I haven't really appreciated the opera house." Vicky leads MEG to the head room behind them.

It's said that it's the head room, but it's just a humble small office, a lame wooden table with two benches.

Vicky's seat is an old wooden chair, probably acting as the positioning of the boss's chair.

"Theater just started. It's a bit shabby. I'm kidding." Vicky said frankly, and did not have the slightest inferiority.

"It's nice to have a seat." Meg's evaluation of her went up a little bit.

"Thank you for providing the venue and so much support for the black cat opera company." Vicky bowed to MEG first and said gratefully.

"You're welcome. I'm impressed by your talent." McGonagall waved his hand with a smile. "Besides, it's still a mutually beneficial business."

Vicky also smiles, but her gratitude to MEG doesn't diminish.

McGonagall's investment and support for their troupe is like sending charcoal in the snow, saving them from the quagmire and pulling them back from the edge of dissolution.

Vicky will always remember this kindness.

"This time, there's another thing. Annie has drawn the story of Miss Black cat. Let's see if it meets the expectation." Said Meg.

Annie came forward and handed the picture book in her arms to Vicky.