Chapter 1133: What medicine is sold in this restaurant?

"Wow! Mai boss took the gauntlet! It seems that I have to go to the boss this evening to see the showdown."
"I usually line this up at this point. It seems that I can watch a good show for free today."

Someone open a restaurant? I gamble the boss to win!

"There is no suspense matchup. There is no fool to set up a village."
When the guests saw Meg's gauntlet, they gradually began to get excited.
" Ten thousand copper coins?"
Sith stunned, thinking that McGonagall would make a big bet. After all, the owner of the Ricky Barbeque shop and the Mai boss had a duel, but the barbeque was lost to him. I didn’t expect Megga’s bet to be just Ten thousand copper coins.
"Oh, it seems that this guy is really embarrassed." The bald-headed man on the side looked at McGonagamy with some disdain, his eyes gradually getting hot.
As an old employee of the Sith restaurant, he waited for the first of the river soup, and then touted the boss to open the branch. At that time, he should be the newest manager of the new store, and that has been the boss. The fresh soup recipe of the river in your hand should be taught to him?
"Yes, 10,000 copper coins." McGonagall nodded.
"Okay, I promised." Sisillo thought about it and nodded.
"I won the gauntlet, the boss of Sith please, I want to start business." McGonagall closed the book, then opened the door, let the door open, smiled and said: "Welcome, Mimi restaurant.

"Mc boss, do you need me to help?" When Krassu came to the door, he glanced at Sith Road.
"I can do it too." Amy came forward and tried to try.
"This is no longer necessary." McGonagall said, he was a little afraid that Krassu and Amy would directly destroy a two humanity by a fireball, which is a bit too cruel.
"Come on, Mr. McGonagall." Gloria stopped at the door and held a small fist and smiled and encouraged.
"This guy, why do you get the smile of my lovely Miss Rodrija!" Camilla stood in the corner, looking at McGonagall with a look of resentment, biting his teeth: "The opposite is not true love!"
"Thank you." Meg smiled and nodded, inexplicably feeling the back was cool.
McGonagall and the regular customers greeted and did not care about the Sith.
"This unreasonable guy..." The bald man was annoyed and wanted to go to the theory.
"Okay, he has shown enough to cultivate and generously change to me. I am afraid I can't do this." Sith interrupted the bald man and took a deep look at McGonagall. Gently, the calmness made him a little uneasy. "We will go to the food association first, and we will visit several foodies."
"Okay." The bald man was reluctant to regain his gaze and turned to follow the Sith.
"Mai Boss, is there still no news of Miss Shirley? Maybe she wrote a letter to you?" Constantine came to McGonagall and asked with expectation.
McGonagall looked at Constantine, and was a little scared. This is a brand-name, even the hair must be meticulously combed diamonds, the old five, not seen for a few days, actually suddenly lost a circle, black eyes Deep in the eyes, the eyes are covered with bloodshot hair, the hair is messy, the beard is also unreasonable, like a tramp.
"She didn't send us a letter." McGonagall shook his head, but looking at Constantine's appearance, he felt that he couldn't bear it. Why is this unrequited love? What's more, the other side may be bigger than you.
"Is there still no news..." Constantine seemed to be pumping his strength, his body swaying, and he grabbed the door frame and barely let himself stand.
"I hate it, hate myself for not having the courage to confess her mind to her in time, until I lose it, I understand how important she is to me..." Constantine is convulsed and burst into tears.
"It’s a kind of infatuation."
"Yeah, such a good man, there are not many now."
Many regular customers have an impression on Constantine. During this time, he often asked Shirley's news. For the beautiful and not too many elf waiters, the regulars naturally remembered and looked at Constantine. It is a bit embarrassing.
"Constantin, male, 33 years old, suffers from severe insomnia, loss of appetite due to lovesickness, a sharp decline in the body's function, and extremely poor immunity. If the state continues, it will be life-threatening.
"Is this guy Liangshanbo? You can still get lovesickness!" McGonagall looked at the test results given by the psychic door. It seems that Shirley’s sudden departure from Constantine’s blow is indeed not small. A little thought, looking at the heartbroken Constantine: "Mr. Constantine, Sherry said she will return, but the time may be several years later."
"She...she will she really come back?!" Constantine suddenly looked up at McGonagall, as if he had caught a life-saving straw.
Meg smiled and nodded. "However, with the life of the elf, no matter how many years later, the appearance of Shirley should not change much, and if Mr. Constantine continues to live in this state, I am afraid that the next time we meet will be at your funeral."
Constantine looked at his pale and thin hand, almost no blood, but also suddenly stunned, this time immersed in sorrow and thoughts, self-destruction, he barely paid attention to his body, I did not expect it to be weak Degree.
"No! Before the return of Miss Shirley, I must stay healthy, and let the slowing down, not letting myself grow too fast, otherwise Miss Shirley can't recognize me." Constance Ding quickly made up his mind and looked at McGonagall: "Mr. McGonagall, thank you, even if you want to see Miss Shirley again, I will give it to her when I didn’t have time to say it. I will definitely live well. of."
When he finished, he strode to the restaurant and sat down in a familiar position.
"When you want to confess, you can live strong." McGonagall shrugged his shoulders and continued to smile and say hello to the next guest.
"Men's charging station, Mai Mi restaurant, I am coming again." A man with a vain attitude walked toward the Mai Mi restaurant, his eyes full of hot light.
Such as the wolf-like tiger's new wife, this sentence Wissenho has already realized, but he did not expect this wedding will last for so long, the tigress of his own is getting more and more fierce, almost every day he is drained on the bed.
If it wasn't for the Mimi restaurant, two meat clips would provide him with power every day. He felt that he had already died in bed.
"No, it is necessary to add more meat clips today to make up." Vissenio made up his mind in his heart, and his footsteps accelerated.
A carriage stopped at the restaurant, the curtains picked up, revealing a delicate face, the charming eyes followed Weisenio's back, a charming smile, said softly: "Oh, the dead ghost sneaked every day. Come out here, I have to see, what kind of medicine this restaurant sells, can make my family die every day."