Chapter 1333: Boss, the people of the Ten Kings Hall are coming.

The inside and outside of the restaurant was silent. The demons looked at the fireworks that gradually dissipated. The open mouth closed for a while and slowly closed. Looking at Irina and Amy’s eyes was a bit more fearful and unbelievable.
A five-level double-faced demon.
Even in this way, Tsing Yi was shot dead by a bench, and the death was quite thorough, and even a little could not be left.
Who can think of this, a beautiful female demon, and a little cute little demon, have such a strong strength, and a good mentality of killing the devil without blinking.
"Hey." and the two-headed demon sitting on the same table, the devil's head swallowed a slobber, slowly lowered the head of the cow, and suddenly thanked that he had just not followed up, otherwise it would be two fireworks in the sky. .
The demons, who had been thinking about the past, have also turned their eyes away and began to figure out whether the money in their pockets is enough to pay for this crayfish.
"Well... great..." Jane looked at Irina and Amy in shock. The pace of the rushing stopped, the demon in her eyes was so powerful that she was actually like the boss and the little boss. It’s incredible to shoot a star.
She suddenly realized that Irina said in the morning: "True? Doesn't exist." But it is a very common explanation.
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Angela got up and prepared to come to a beautiful woman to save the beauty. Angela looked at her face with a dull look and slowly retracted the folding chair. I have a slightly open mouth and a small star in my eyes.
"Rough and bold words, no movements, and seamless cooperation, should not be so handsome!" Angela clenched her fists, her eyes gradually firm, "I will marry this woman sooner or later!"
"Checkout?" Irina turned back and stared at Angela.
"Well? Oh oh...Yes." Angela's face was red, and she nodded quickly. She took three gold coins from her arms and handed it to Irina.
"Very good." Irina, who successfully received the money, finally showed a smile.
"The crayfish is delicious, I will come again." Angie stretched his hand and rubbed his hair, screaming at Irina.
"Miss sister, your rabbit ran out," Amy reminded.
The demons have looked up.
"Ah! So glaring!"
A glaring light made them close their eyes subconsciously.
"Ah?" Angela looked down and quickly reached out and grabbed the collar that had just been tied.
"This rabbit, the growth is not bad." Irina looked seriously.
"..."
Angela's face is red, such a thing, shouldn't she always do it, how come here, actually turned around, turned and ran.
The double-faced demon that burst into the fireworks became the loudest opening salute for the crayfish pavilion, and it also allowed the general demon to focus on the delicious crayfish in front of it and become more pure.
"This is my money, four crayfish, two beers, five gold coins."
"This is mine, two crayfish, six glasses of beer, five gold coins."
Irina stood at the door. The guests who finished the meal held the gold coins in their hands, and paid respectfully to pay the money. Even if they ate anything, they would report it, and even the pair was very polite.
Looking at this scene, McGonagall couldn't help but feel that it was still in the chaos of the city, to know that it is the most chaotic island of the Devil's Islands.
In the shell island, peace and order can not be respected, and they will not receive money. Instead, they will easily become targets of arbitrary bullying.
Therefore, McGonagall did not restrict Irina's hands. As long as she did not reveal her identity, she would do whatever she wanted to do. Even if she had to smash the entire shell island, he would only help to burn the fire.
After exposing the muscles, you can avoid a lot of trouble, at least you don't need to deal with the troubles of some small fish and shrimps every day.
About a half or so, McGonagall ended business.

The feeling of collecting money is really cool.
Irina shook her small wooden box for money, and made a fascinating crisp sound, and then some regrets:
However, there was no original protection fee. Fast."
"Would you like to return to the old business?" Irina looked up at McGonagall, revealing a few eager expressions.
"You don't know if the limelight is very tight recently. It's not a joke, it's not a joke. This kind of thing, we can't do it." McGonagall shook his head.
"What's the relationship, let's be black and black. The guys in the Ten Kings Hall have been raised for a few years. They should have a long fat, cut a knife, and raise it for a few more years. They can continue to cut." Irina smiled.
"You are when they are fat sheep." McGonagall rolled his eyes and silently mourned for ten seconds in the heart of the Ten Kings.
"This description is quite appropriate."
"When you do this kind of thing, you have to wait until we have to go, do it now, it is not good to continue to do business on the people's site." McGonagall shook his head, finished the wool, and baked it on the grass of the sheep. Mutton, this is too cruel.
"Let's go, then raise a few more days." Irina nodded and turned around and turned to the restaurant.
Jane listened to the one-on-one, although I didn’t quite understand what the boss and the boss were saying, but the intuition told her that it was definitely something that could not be done. After all, she also heard the Ten Kings Hall.
"Jane, you did very well at noon today." McGonagall looked at Jane and smiled. The little girl looked dry and thin, but as she said, the toughness was excellent, and she ran back and forth hundreds of miles. Now It doesn't seem to be too exhausting, and it can keep up with the intensity of work.
Jane's face was red, and she was the first to hear that someone other than her mother praised her, hung her eyes, and cleaned the table with her hands and feet.
"Put the dishes in the sink. I will wash them in a while. You are responsible for cleaning the tables and chairs." McGonagall continued.
"Boss, you are busy at noon, you have to take a break, and I will finish all the rest of the work." Jane quickly looked up at Meg Dao. In her opinion, the boss created such a delicious food. His work is sacred and great, and what she does is nothing but the simplest thing.
"Then your workload can exceed the standard, I will be uneasy." McGonagall took the tray in Jane's hand and walked toward the restaurant.
"Boss..." Jane looked at McGonagall's back and his eyes were red.
McGonagall puts all the bowls in the large sink, and presses the next button to clean. The dishwasher automatically starts working. After washing the dishes, it will be automatically disinfected and arranged in the cupboard, which is easy, clean and fast.
Opening at noon, selling two hundred and ten crayfish, completely beyond his expectations, is a perfect start.
Not surprisingly, the first batch of guests will come at noon in the evening, and may bring more guests. In terms of experience, a benign cycle has been opened.
"Old... boss, the people of the Ten Kings Hall are coming." Jane rushed into the door and said palely.