Chapter 1127: I will give it to my Royal Highness Princess.

"Then, there is a Burning Legion on this road." McGonagall looked at Sargeras and was very grateful.
Since Felice proposed to go to Irina, he was preparing for something. Because the strength has not recovered, he can't give much positive support, so he can only give some help in other aspects, prepare food, and hire. The Burning Legion was escorted on its behalf.
With his understanding of Irina's personality, the problem of grain and grass is probably not considered before the accident. Now, facing the crazy containment of the forest of wind, it is very difficult to obtain grain.
"I didn't expect Mr. McGonagall to have prepared so much for me. It was so touching..." Felice looked at the truck that was full in the yard, and she was moved in the heart, watching Meg's eyes red.
After negotiating with Sargeras, McGonagall turned to Felice, and a brochure containing a kraft paper wrap from his arms was handed over.
"Is this?" Felice took the booklet, and the heart thumped and thumped. Did Mr. McGon have something to say to her? If so……
"Fillis..."
"I am willing to..." Felice almost blurted out, and suddenly reacted and seemed to be snapping up, and her face suddenly became red.
"Is it willing?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what this Nizi was saying, and why he suddenly blushed. He continued: "Filis, this is a military book that I accidentally got. I think it is quite good. You can give it to your princess, maybe you can give him some help."
"Hand over... handed over to Princess Royal Highness?" Felice snorted. It turned out that this was not a gift from Mr. McGonagall, but he just turned out to be...
Felice was a little lost in her heart, her face was redder, and she nodded. "Well... well, I will give it to my Royal Highness."
"The war is very dangerous. Don't be careful, this knife is a gift I gave you. The restaurant will always have a location for you. When the war is over, come back." McGonagall In the middle of the bag, a Chinese kitchen knife was handed over to Felice.
"This is the boss's own kitchen knife." Felice took the chopper with both hands, familiar with the texture and weight, could not help but be surprised.
McGonagall smiled: "Now it belongs to you."
"Thank you, boss." Felice smiled on her face.
"So, goodbye." McGonagall looked at the unicorns that had been put on the van, and looked at the Burning Legion of both of them, smiling and Felice.
"Goodbye, boss." Felice waved at McGonagall, then turned and ran lightly in the direction of the train, and took the carriage.
McGonagall stood at the door and watched the long team slowly leave, standing in the empty alley for a while, then turned and rode on the bicycle.
How can this war with great disparity be successful, and I am afraid that only the achievements of Taizu can be used as theoretical support.
He must also pay close attention to improving his strength. Otherwise, even if he prepares more backhands, he will still be a little worse.
When Meg was riding a car to the cleaning department of Aden Square, they were preparing to go to the meeting after the morning meeting.
McGonagall knocked on the door. The 30 or so young workers standing in the room and the 30-year-old young man in front of him looked at him at the door.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, I am the owner of the Mimi restaurant, Meg, I have something to discuss with you, I don't know if I can come in?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"Oh, that kind gentleman." The old lady's eyes lit up in the morning, and she slammed the old Jack who was standing next to her.
"Mr. McGonagall." Old Jack opened his eyes in confusion. When he saw the McGee standing at the door, his eyes were bright, he smiled and waved at him, and turned to look at the young man sitting in front of him: "Mr. Sidka, this is the kind gentleman I just told you."
"Old Jack, is that the good-hearted gentleman who bought you earlier in the morning?"
"You just said that he wants to prepare a hot breakfast for us?"

Is it really Mimi restaurant? I heard that the restaurant is super expensive.

The cleaners whispered in a whisper, and looked at McGonagall. It was the first time that this was the case. If you could have a steaming breakfast every morning, it would be too happy.
West German heard the words and stood up. His face was full of smiles and he looked at McGonagall: "Mr. McGonagall invited me quickly. I just mentioned you to old Jack and I. I didn't expect you to come. ""
The Mai Mi restaurant has been in the limelight recently. He has naturally heard of it. The cleaning department belongs to the management of the city government. Although he is in charge of the Aden Square area, there are more than 30 cleaners under his hand, but he is just an ordinary staff member.
The cleaners generally recruit old people who can't do heavy physical work and have no children to support. The work efficiency is extremely low, and the wages can only maintain food and clothing. However, this is already a huge financial expenditure of the city government. There is no way to continue. These old people improve their conditions.
Therefore, although he knows that these old people are not easy, especially in the winter morning, he is working in the cold with cold food. Every winter, several old people will leave, take ordinary wages, and another family needs to support him. I can't do anything.
So I heard that someone had to provide a breakfast for these cleaners this morning, which really surprised him. I heard that this person was the owner of the Mai Mi restaurant, and even shocked him.
Recently, the city’s main government has rumored that there are too many restaurants in the rice-rice restaurant. The waiters there are all beautiful ones. The city owner is a frequent visitor to the restaurant. The important tri-family meeting was held there. I heard that there were still yesterday. The prisoners escaped from the Bastig prison and did not run after the jailbreak. They turned into the Mimi restaurant.
Any of these rumors are surprising, not to mention all belonging to the same restaurant.
"Hello, Mr. Sidka, everyone." McGonagall came in with a smile, it seems that the two old people have helped him.
"This is the case. I think everyone has to start cleaning work so early every morning. The weather is so cold recently, so I want to provide you with a breakfast. Maybe it's not rich, but I hope I can give you some warmth." Open the door to see the mountain road.
"Great, this is really a good thing."
"Yeah, Mr. McGonagall is really a good person."
"I don't have to eat ice for breakfast in the future."
As the voice of McGonagall fell, there was a round of applause from the bottom.
"Mr. McGonagall, I am grateful to you for the cleaning department of Aden Square." Sidka held the hand of McGonagall and thanked him.