Chapter 1914: Then you want to deceive us to sleep?

After the busy evening business, the girls returned to the dormitory. McGonagall, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and Garland standing outside.
He remembered that the two had eaten dinner, and now he was waiting outside the door, certainly to wait for him.
These two are just ordinary people, so McGonagall did not rush to close the door.
"Hello boss, can I talk to you?" Garland stepped forward and looked at McGonagall with a smile. "I am the editor-in-chief of Garland, and I tasted the food you cooked today. , I really want to talk to you. "
"Eat all food beauty?" McGonagall frowned slightly. He was somewhat impressed with this magazine. Before that, he had roughly read the top-ranked magazines on the Nolan continent, including all food beauty.
It was not the magazine itself that impressed him with Shiquan Shimei, but a foodie named Milo. He is known for his ironic literature. He relies on the poisonous tongue to diss major businesses, and it looks very special in a gourmet article. of.
Of course, it is mainly to remind McGonagall of himself ...
It was really a shameful past.
But compared to him, the skill of this little brother is still slightly worse.
The use of words is obviously a bit handicapped, there is no level that can be relaxed and free, not freely free and easy ... Anyway, it is not as cool as he sprayed.
And he also thought that if he had a chance to meet him, he would have to mention a few words to make him a little more leisurely. After all, most of the chefs are careful. If they are not careful, they may be cursed to a different world but the chef.
After all, not everyone is a child of his own luck, and he can harvest a cute treasure through a different world and give it to his wife. This kind of thing can only be met by him.
"Wait, Milo?" McGonagall glanced at the square-faced tall middle-aged man standing aside. When he entered the door, his message popped up at the gate of the psychic. The name was Milo, and he was the one Little brother?
"Hello, I'm Milo, a foodie." When Milo saw McGonagall look at him, he had to say hello daringly, carefully watching McGonagall's expression change.
It is no secret that his reputation in the ears of catering practitioners has not been very good.
"Hello, I'm McGonagall. I'm very happy to see you." McGonagall nodded with a smile, but actually had a feeling of seeing the familiarity of his peers.
He is very pleased that someone in this world can earn money by carrying a keyboard. This is a very inclusive world.
"Thank you." Milo was a little flattered and whispered secretly in his heart. It was surprising that he even had a restaurant owner who liked him.
"Is there anything?" McGonagall asked, looking at the two of them. The two little guys were still waiting for him to tell a story to coax them to sleep, so he didn't intend to welcome them into the door.
Garland is also aware of McGonagall ’s hard work, and he came straight to the point:
You may not know that, under the promotion of several peer magazines, the Maimi restaurant and the several dishes you created have been loved by readers around the world. Myro and I After tasting, you are convinced by your cooking skills. I hope to have the opportunity to listen to the stories behind these foods in your free time. I want to come here. This is what readers want to know. "
"Is my influence so powerful?" McGonagall looked at Garland in a surprise. He knew that some of the restaurant's regular customers were foodies. Among them, Randy who was just near the rich woman was one. The article has already expanded the influence of Mai Mi Restaurant to all parts of Nolan mainland.
"Yeah, no one can resist the charm of food. Your Mai Mi restaurant has already been regarded as a holy place in the heart of many people." Myro nodded. Although he always sneered at this so-called holy place, this time, he I agree that Mai Mi Restaurant can be promoted as a holy place.
McGonagall looked at the two of them, and their heads turned fast. Influence means traffic, and for him, traffic is a fan who may be able to convert.
"Since that's the case, let's talk again after the business ends tomorrow morning. It's a little late today, and the child is going to sleep." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Okay, then don't disturb you to rest, see you tomorrow." Garland smiled quickly, watching the restaurant door slowly closing, and then gave Milo a slap.
"Tomorrow let go of the food, and the funds are kept well. We can be right this time." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.
"Hey, I'm not welcome." Milo smiled, eating big things, he was always good at it.
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"Adult father, what about mother? Isn't she coming back to bed today?" Amy asked, holding her ugly duckling asleep on the high stool behind the counter, shaking her short legs.
Annie stood aside, also looking at McGonagall.
"She may have other things to be busy today, and will come home later. Xiaomi and Annie go to bed first, OK?" McGonagall said with a smile.
"Ang, okay." Amy nodded cleverly and slipped off the high stool.
"Let's go upstairs." McGonagall took the two little guys upstairs and arranged for them to wash themselves. After the two little guys changed their pajamas and lay down on the bed, they began to tell them a little story before bed.
"What kind of story do you want to hear today?" McGonagall asked, sitting by the bed, looking at the two little guys who were looking forward.
"I want to hear the story of the prince and the princess." Amy raised her hand.
Annie nodded.
"At a young age, you know that seeing princes and princesses is not enough." McGonagall touched his chin. Most of the princes in fairy tales were arrogant and extravagant.
For example, a prince who plots to be unconscious about the unconscious Snow White, or a prince who looks for Cinderella all over the world with his boots, and a prince who has no eyes and no knowledge of the mermaid than Hong Shixian ...
It is necessary to establish the correct three views for the two young girls at the appropriate age, and they cannot be obsessed with this unequal story.
"Today we don't tell the story of the prince and the princess, let's talk about the story of the pony crossing the river, OK." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Okay." Amy nodded and immediately asked curiously: "Why does the pony cross the river?"
"This is about to start from a stable, where there is a mare and a beautiful pony. One day, the mare said to the pony: 'You have grown up, can help mom do something What's the matter? The pony jumped and said: How can't it? I'm willing to help you. 'Mare ... "
McGwen whispered this educational story, and the two little guys listened very seriously.
"The pony crossed the river. It turned out that the river was neither as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said." McGonagall ended the story.
But the two little guys still stared at her without any pajamas.
The silence lasted for a while.
"Then what?" Amy asked uncontrollably.
"Just ... the pony crossed the river." McGonagall replied subconsciously.
"So the pony just crossed a river, and it became a story, and then wanted to deceive us to sleep?" Amy blinked.
"amount……"
McGonagall pondered, and found that the little guy is getting harder and harder to take. He had to learn the tone of the elementary school teacher: "So, what does this story tell us?"
"Must learn to swim, so that crossing the river will not become a story of deceiving children to sleep." Amy said seriously.