Chapter 138: Mai boss, what kind of medicine do you sell?

The idea jumped out, just like the demons were released from the bottle. The taste of the delicious Yangzhou fried rice slowly rose from the bottom of my heart, but the aftertaste made Sally unable to swallow and swallowed. Big bowl of green noodles!
"No! If you eat one, the money you earned from working these days will be gone. I have to save money to go further!" Sally shook her head and tried to get this idea from her head. Go out.
But the more I want to drive away, the more clearly the memory becomes, the salty ham, the egg that is imported, especially the rice with the faint spring of life, let her have some thoughts for the first time. The idea to go home.
Although the father and the old people who want to force her to marry are very annoying, the mother is still very good for her, and suddenly miss the time when they snuggle in the mother's arms in the afternoon.
If I have not left home, as a daughter of a distinguished patriarch, she needs to do things like stacking quilts, and she has only a dozen copper coins in a dozen rooms. This is something she could not have imagined before. It takes a lot of time to get to a gold coin.
"Suddenly hungry..." Sally lie on her back on her back, her eyes emptied, and all her heads were filled with a bowl of rainbow fried rice, which is already an elf who lost her dreams.
"I don't know if the restaurant has a new product? The little girl... is so cute..." The room echoed Sally's whispering voice.
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"Sorry, the meat folder this morning has been sold out half an hour ago, and the business hours are now over. The restaurant has been closed. If you want to dine, please come early next meal time." At the entrance of the restaurant, McGonagall looked at a dozen guests standing outside and said with a smile.
"Ma boss, I only need to eat a Yangzhou fried rice. I haven't overslept this morning. You will be accommodating. This is a habit of eating your family. In the morning, I can't find anything to eat." A tall, tall man looked at Meg and asked with a smile.
"Yes, Mai boss, I made a special trip for a half-hour carriage. The meat clips are not eaten. I have to pay at least one Yangzhou fried rice? You won't be so inhuman. Let me go back hungry." "Is a fat man next to me, and the expression is a little unhappy."
"That is..."
Other guests are also following the slap in the face, although they have not caught up with the time, but they feel that they are many people, McGonagall may be afraid of some of their feelings.
"Sorry, the restaurant is open in strict business hours, so please come back." McGonagall shook his head without hesitation, flipped the sign on the door, looked at the people who still wanted to talk, and said: "If I am now I will continue to do Yangzhou fried rice, then I will not be able to prepare the ingredients needed for lunch at noon. This is unfair to the guests who come to eat at noon. Please come over soon next time."
"Well, then I will come back to eat at noon." Slim and seeing McGonagall did not mean to loosen the mouth, but also had no choice but to turn around and leave.
"Mai Boss, count you... there are principles." The fat man glanced at Amy, who was holding the ugly duckling and walked slowly behind McGonagall. After half of the rumors, he turned naturally and smiled twice. Turned to the carriage that was parked not far away.
Other guests see Meg has no half-consultation meaning, but also can only help but leave, in the restaurant rules, Mai boss is very strict.
"The Mai boss is really different from other bosses." Yabei Mia stood in the door and looked at Meg's side face. Under the sun, the thin and handsome face made people feel very amiable, and the lips were left. The two-character Hu has added a bit of mature temperament, and it is really lucky to be able to meet such a boss.
McGonagall stretched out. This morning, he sold more than 200 pieces of meat, and the number of guests has increased to 95. This is the amount of the day. I can imagine that there will be a wave of noon today and evening. The peak of the passenger flow, the restaurant began to officially enter the full stage.
"Father, can we listen to the mushroom elf singing a new song today?" Amy asked the ugly duckling and looked forward to seeing McGonagall.
"Mae boss, wait!" McGonagall is preparing to close the door to answer Amy's question, and a weak voice came from afar.
"Well?" McGonagall looked at some doubts, and a delicate figure ran from a distance. A pair of rafts stepped on the ground and made a creaking sound. The loose clothes on the small body board generally surged and looked like It is always blown away by the wind. It is the Wissenho that just bought two meat clips.
"This guest, I am sorry, the restaurant has been closed." McGonagall watched all the way to the front, and Weisinho, who bent his hands and held his knees, shook his head with a strange look.
This is less than an hour, this little brother's face is just paler than before. When he just ran over, his footsteps were vain, almost floating, and this physical fitness is estimated to be similar to McGonagall.
In contrast, McGonagall is only a little weak, his body is a bit thin, his face and spirit are very good, his eyes are bright and bright.
And Visenho seems to be too wilting, almost the kind that will fall down at a touch, and the ghost knows what happened to him in the hour that just passed.
"Don't sell it?" Wissenho's voice suddenly increased a bit, it seems a little disappointing, but soon the eyes lit up again, and the heart was stunned and said: "If you don't sell it, don't sell it." Just fine."
"Well?" McGonagall looked at her inexplicably. Is this irritating? How to say something is a bit of a headless feeling.
"Mc boss, help... help me." Visenho extended his hand to Meg, his hand reached halfway, his legs were soft, and he slammed directly in front of him.
"Amount... This guest, the meat folder is still sold at noon, even if you can't eat it in the morning, you don't have to pay such a big gift. The meat folder is really sold out." McGonagall stunned and looked at him. Wissenho's hand reached half and reached back silently, his expression a little weird.
Wissenho glanced at his knees and stunned it, but it would have no strength to get up, so he couldn’t feel comfortable, and looked up at him with a look of anger and anger: "Mc boss, you He is selling the kind of medicine! The tigress of my family is lazy in the morning, eats your two meat clips, and immediately becomes alive and kicking, and almost eaten my life!"