Chapter 1151: The most suitable weight for ducks used to make roast ducks is ten pounds.

The guests arrived one after another and lined up at the entrance of the restaurant.

Why am I going to suffer this kind of pain early in the morning?

"Suddenly I want to be a cleaner."

Is this preserved egg porridge really so delicious? It seems that it is necessary to change the breakfast today.

Looking at the cleaners sitting on the steps eating delicious hot porridge, the crowds of the team had a strong discomfort and envy.
A chubby cleaner who finished eating the porridge in the bowl and walked over the bowl to the front of the bucket, hesitated: "Can you give me another porridge?"
"Of course, I have prepared enough porridge for everyone, even if everyone has another bowl." Meg smiled and nodded, took the bowl, re-smashed a bowl and handed it to him. Too much stomach, let alone their hungry people.

Thank you.
The cleaner said gratefully, holding the bowl carefully and sitting back on the steps.
When I heard Meg, many cleaners came to the bowl and came up with a bowl of porridge. Such delicious porridge, they were the first time they ate it. If they could eat another bowl, it would be too happy.
Although the porridge is delicious, the cleaners ate very quickly. It didn't take long for the two bowls of porridge to go down. The old Jacks helped to gather the dishes and placed them neatly on the table.
The cleaners expressed their gratitude to Meg, and they were a little more rosy and smiling on the old face.
"Hey." Elton hit a full meal. If he drank three bowls of porridge, if he couldn’t really drink it, he planned to come back to the bowl and put the bowl on the table. The probe looked at the big pot. There are a lot of preserved eggs and lean meat porridge, eyes bright, smiled and looked at McGonagall: "That, Mai boss, we have eaten these porridge, you should not want it? Why don't you give it to me, I took it back for lunch, and it’s a pity that you fell."
"The rest of these are our breakfast, won't be dumped." McGonagall took the lid on the cauldron and watched Elton calmly say: "I don't have the elegance you think, you don't have to Self-deprecation is so mean, we are just ordinary people. My daughter eats the same pot of food with the same bowl, and we are."
The cleaners who were preparing to leave looked at Meg, and the cute little luoli holding the big bowl on the bottom of the bowl, the eyes were a little moist.
The guests standing on the side thought about it, and originally thought that the cleaners had used these tableware, but they felt a little embarrassed and cast a grateful eye on McGonagall.
Elton stunned and found that the atmosphere was a bit uncomfortable. She did not expect that a wealthy restaurant owner, McGonagall, would eat the same pot with them. The small abacus was lost, and he replied with a smile: "So, then... then I don't want to, you eat, you eat." After two steps, pick up your own things and quickly leave.
"Mr. McGonagall, this is the case with Elton. It’s not cheap, but it’s not too bad. I hope you don’t take it too hard. I will talk to him later.
Old Jack looked at Meg with some regrets. He said that he was the first to know McGonagall. When he happened, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"It doesn't matter." Maggie shook his head with a smile, then looked at the crowd: "Tomorrow morning is still half past six, everyone remembers to come on time."
After thanking the cleaners, they also picked up their tools and left, and cleaning work was waiting for them.
However, after eating this hot egg and lean meat porridge, the warmth of the body is also full, and the sweeping ground is full of strength.
Yabei Mia took the remaining half-potped egg and lean meat porridge into the restaurant, and everyone packed up the dishes and they all entered the door.

I heard that the owner of the wheat provided breakfast to the cleaners in Aden Square. Is it new?

"Yeah, I came early, I just saw it. The cleaners are happy to eat. It is delicious at first glance."
"Mai Bo is really a good person. You must try this preserved egg porridge this morning to see what kind of skin is."
The guests came one after another, and today's new products and McGonagall's breakfast for the cleaners were quickly spread, causing no small discussion.
In the restaurant, McGonagall’s breakfast today is indeed the preserved preserved egg porridge in the bucket.
"Hey, this porridge is really delicious. The entrance is instant, the texture is thick, the meat is completely integrated into the porridge, and the preserved egg is not like a duck egg, it is very delicious. "The mouth of Yabei Mia moved, and swallowed a porridge, full of surprises."
Others are eating preserved egg porridge, and the face is full of surprise colors, more delicious than imagined, and the beautiful and beautiful preserved eggs bring a very wonderful experience.
"Father, can I have a fritter? I feel that this porridge should be delicious." Amy re-raised a bowl and raised her hand.
"Who else wants fritters, sign up for a name." McGonagall got up and walked toward the kitchen and said.
"Then I want one too." Mia raised her hand.
"I want to eat too." Anna raised her hand.
"Hey!" The ugly duckling tried to lift a small claw.
"No, you don't want to." Amy pressed his paw back.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with some resentment, and the appearance of grievances made people look a little distressed.
"You can't wait to grow up? Listen to the father said that the best weight for the duck used to make roast duck is ten pounds." Amy looked down and looked at it seriously.
The ugly duckling’s eyes slammed and immediately shook his head like a rattle. He walked back to Anna’s side and hid behind Anna.
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Outside the restaurant, the guests lined up early, and this corner of the cold square was very lively.
"Please let me know." Just then, a black carriage came and stopped in front of the restaurant.
Adams came out of the carriage and jumped out of the carriage and rushed to the driver: "Get things out."
"Yes." The coachman slammed into the carriage and quickly took a long shackle covered with a red cloth.
"What is this again?"
The queued guests looked curiously at the tall man who was holding the rider. What is this knight ready to do?
Adams sorted out the contempt on his body, then walked to the front of the restaurant and reached out and knocked on the door. He said loudly: "Mc boss, please open the door and have something to give you underneath."
McGonagall, who was coming out of the kitchen with fried fried dough sticks, put the fritters on the table, indicating that the women were eating first, went to the door and opened the door, watching Adams standing behind him and behind him. Holding a long-handed driver, it reveals a bit of doubt.