Chapter 2025: Man drunk

"You...who are you? Where is my little Clara baby? I...I tell you, she is the most beautiful and best woman in the world...you...don't stop me from going home... "Pasa came staggeringly, said solemnly, and then fell into the woman's arms.
"Death..." There was a shy smile on the woman's face, the wooden slippers in her hand just patted his lightly, and then she took Pasha into the house.
"Sit down, I'll boil some water for you to wash your feet." Clara said, putting Passa on the bed.
"Boss Hades is sincere not to deceive me! The man drank to seven minutes drunk, acting until you shed tears!" Passa opened his eyes and glanced, angrily in his heart.
"Father, are you sneaking at your mother?" A little head came closer, and then two more little heads came closer.
"Shhh, father brought you delicious food." Passa took out the peanuts and sugar that Mr. Mai had packed for him, and handed it to the three children.
"Okay!" The three children took the bag and happily went to the side to eat.
...
McGonagall closed the door and ended the day of business.
No one can find Qiao Xiu now, but the net has been cast out, and the sea is full of fishermen. As long as he wants to run out and make waves, he will be caught sooner or later.
With his understanding of Qiao Xiu, he painstakingly did so many things. Seeing that the situation in the Nolan Continent has become so dangerous, how could it stop there, so now he only needs to wait for him to jump out by himself or come to the door.
McGonagall turned off the light outside the door and was about to go upstairs. When he turned around, he found Irina and two little guys sitting neatly at a table and looking at him.
"What? Do you want to have supper?" McGonagall said with a smile. He thought they were already asleep.
"Supper...Of course you can." Amy nodded without thinking.
"Hot pot is good," Irina said.
Annie nodded her head.
"Meow meow." The ugly duckling also stood up from the chair beside him, expressing his approval.
"Okay, I'll prepare the ingredients, let's eat hot pot." McGonagall smiled and walked towards the kitchen.
"By the way, my mother, didn't we ask my father to talk about how to improve the business of the tavern?" Amy turned to look at Irina, blinked and asked.
"It doesn't matter, eating hot pot will not affect our conversation." Irina smiled slightly.
"Oh." Amy nodded thoughtfully, her two short legs dangling in the air, suddenly jumped to the ground, ran to the kitchen door and looked at McGonagall who was preparing the ingredients: "My father, I think Eating fried dough sticks is the kind of fried dough sticks cooked in a hot pot."
"Okay, but it will take a little time to make the fried dough sticks. It will take a while." McGonagall agreed.
"Well, don't worry, my father is so kind." Amy nodded her head and ran to sit on the kitchen door with a small bench, talking to McGonagall with her mouth full of cute words.
Because the little guy always has new ideas for three meals, he may want to eat fried dough sticks, soy milk, durian pizza at any time...so some small portions of semi-finished products are prepared in McGonagall’s refrigerator, such as the dough used to make fried dough sticks, and knead it into Thin and long sticks, you can directly fry the fried dough sticks by burning the frying pan.
Before long, a mandarin duck pot was put on the table, and McGonagall brought two large trays of hot pot ingredients out, and the whole table was filled, including a large plate of golden fried dough sticks.
Amy reached out and squeezed a section of fried dough sticks, put it to her mouth and breathed, then took a bite.
The fried dough sticks that have just been out of the pot are biting and crispy, and the corners of the little guy's mouth rises unconsciously, expressing happiness.
McGonagall helped Irina toss a plate of various fungi into the clear soup pot, which was her favorite way to eat.
The thick bone broth has become a fungus broth, and the deliciousness is even higher. Drinking the soup directly is the ultimate delicious experience, making the original light soup pot full of flavor, in line with her personal taste.
Irina picked up a piece of beef roll and rinsed it in a clear soup pot, watching McGonagall who was adding red soup to her dipping dish and said, "Is your tavern going to do this?"
"How?" McGonagall tasted his dipping dish with chopsticks and nodded in satisfaction.
"There are no guests every day, so we have nothing to do." Amy swallowed the fritters in her mouth and looked at McGonagall seriously, "We can't just be lazy, so, what do we do? Can we have more customers and make more small money?"
McGonagall knows that in the heart of the little guy, making more small money must be a more important purpose. He is very pleased that the little guy has such a realistic understanding of making money at a young age, at least there is no need to worry about her lack of money in the future.
Of course, the little guy who sits on a billion dollars will definitely not need to worry about money in this life.
Of course, making money is nothing more than hobbies.
However, this coincides with what McGonagall is going to do next. The tavern mission has already come. Now on the third day of opening, the Saipan Tavern is still playing in the small circle of the Ministry of Defense, although it is open for business from two thousand. Copper coins have risen to more than 10,000, but their popularity is still in the poor single digits.
Oh, yes, after drinking Moutai just now, the gentleman gave Saipan Tavern a little more visibility, but he still didn't break through the single digits.
"How about today's turnover?" Irina stretched out her hand and looked at McGonagall with a smile.
"Here." McGonagall's expression stiffened slightly, thinking of his proud look at the door just now, but he obediently took out all the turnover of tonight from his wallet and handed it to Irina.
"Do you have any plans?" Irina took the money and put it on her hand, smiling brighter, looking at McGonagall and asked.
The Maimi restaurant can be turned into the No. 1 restaurant in the city of chaos, with countless loyal customers, and the queue is full every day. McGonagall’s marketing methods are definitely more than this.
"As the saying goes, wine is not afraid of deep alleys. As a pub, if you want a good business, the wine is the key." McGonagall said.
"Do you want Amy to sit at the door and drink at the bar?" Irina frowned slightly. McGonagall has used this routine many times in the Maimi restaurant.
"How is it possible that children can't drink." McGonagall waved his hand quickly.
"that?"
"The fragrance of Moutai is something that no good drinker can resist, so starting tomorrow, I will pour a glass of Moutai at the entrance of the tavern and lock it with an iron cage to attract passing guests and residents around. "Mag smiled.
"What do you think..." Irina thought for a while, nodded in agreement, "Wonderful!"
"However, if there are more guests, you may have to work harder, because the tavern is only open for one month, and I am not planning to recruit new employees for the time being." McGonagall hesitated.
"It's okay, I can take care of the money." Irina waved her hand calmly.
"I can be cute to greet the guests." Amy blew on McGonagall's hairy belly that McGonagall had just ironed, and pouted to be cute.
"I can serve the food." Annie said with gestures.