Chapter 2210: Because of poverty

  Meg made a table of dishes, and Mara finally made the cold pork tongue.
  Looking at the plate of brightly colored, evenly sliced, exquisite cold pork tongue, McGonagall nodded slightly.
  Before, he watched the whole process of Mara making this dish, and the overall process was good. He did everything he needed to do, and the degree of completion was extremely high.
  It can be seen that she has indeed studied and practiced hard.
  Meg is quite satisfied with this apprentice.
   "You taste it." Mara stood at the table, holding her hands behind her back, looking at McGonagall nervously.
  Meg took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of pig tongue, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then fed the pig tongue into his mouth.
  Slightly crispy pork tongue, wrapped in red oil and hot sauce, the marinade is soaked in it, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.
McGonagall put down his chopsticks, looked at Mara and nodded with a smile, "It's not bad, but it's still a thousand plates short of being sold in a pub. There is a problem with the refining of red oil, the burnt taste is slightly heavier, and the taste of pork tongue There is also room for improvement, and it takes a long time to learn."
   "Okay, I get it!" Mara listened carefully, and then solemnly nodded.
"I think it is enough to put it in the tavern as a snack. If there is no such dish, the Saipan tavern reopens, and the guests can only stare at the empty table." Effie also tasted a piece of pork tongue, and interrupted. Tao.
   "It's delicious, Sister Mara's cooking has improved." Amy chewed on the pig tongue and said happily.
"To be a tavern requires a little pursuit." McGonagall shook his head and looked at Effie: "Quality can determine the difference between a tavern and other taverns. I hope that Saipan tavern will always be that exquisite and beautiful existence. It is almost a kind of Poison, once you start this head, you will lose the bottom line."
  Effie looked at McGonagall in silence for a while, then nodded and said: "I understand."
  Although he became the shopkeeper, McGonagall still hopes that Saipan Tavern can stick to his heart.
  After lunch, Effie left.
   took over the Saipan Tavern, the first thing she had to do was recruit a group of new employees.
  Although the Saipan pub already has six waiters, this is far from enough.
  After all, not everyone can use more than one person like McGonagall. Cashiers, waiters, kitchen staff...all have to be configured.
  It is obviously unrealistic that Saipan Pub wants to reopen immediately, and she reorganized a team.
   "This afternoon, let's go to the opera." McGonagall received the dishes and said to everyone.
   "Look at Miss Black Cat?!" Amy's eyes lit up and asked.
  Anne also looked up at McGonagall, also full of expectations.
"Yes, now the Black Cat Opera House has moved to our street, let's go and see." McGonagall nodded with a smile, carried the big bag of clothes, and led the family and Mara Go to the Black Cat Opera House in the distance.
  Soon McGonagall came to Building 101, the once dusty circus venue, after being cleaned, it took on a new look.
  A simple wooden board is hung on the door, which says: Black Cat Opera Troupe
  It rained a little in Luodu yesterday, and the paint was a little off.
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  I changed a place, still showing a sense of poverty.
  Such a miserable opera company is indeed rare.
  The door of the opera house is half open, but there is a wooden sign hanging on the door, which says the time of the show. The opening time of the afternoon show is one o'clock, half an hour before now.
   "I forgot to say that it's not yet the beginning." Mara shrugged and embarrassed.
   "It's okay, I just happened to have something to talk to Miss Vicky." McGonagall smiled and walked in the door first.
  Mara quickly followed.
  Irina followed the door with her two children, and Annie was holding a picture album in her arms.
  The light in the opera house is a bit dim, and the sunlight drawn in from the small window is not enough to provide sufficient light.
   is mostly because of poverty, so except for the stage, no oil lamps are set up, and this will not be lit.
  The central stage has been simply remodeled, and the newly painted countertops seem to have the feeling of an opera house.
  It is a pity that the seats under the stage are too simple, and the long benches are placed out, which seems a bit crowded and messy.
  Watching an opera in this environment, it would not be particularly good to come and experience it.
  Everyone in the opera troupe had just eaten lunch and was about to rest. Hearing the movement from the door, they all looked out.
   "Hello, the time for the afternoon show is not up yet, please come later." Old man Mi smiled and greeted him.
   "Old man Mi, this is my master, he is here to find the leader." Mara jumped out and said to Old Man Mi.
  Old man Mi approached, and finally saw McGonagall’s appearance, his face was a little surprised, "It's you!"
  The Black Cat Opera Troupe was able to move here from the dilapidated courtyard. From no one cares to getting on the right track, it depends on the noble man in front of you.
  He not only gave them the venue, but also gave them money to tide over the difficulties. This kindness is remembered in the hearts of everyone in the opera.
   "Head! The benefactor is here!" Old Man Mi turned his head and shouted.
  Everyone in the opera troupe immediately rushed forward and smiled when they saw McGonagall's family.
  They are very impressed with this family, mainly because the two little girls are so cute that they are hard to forget.
   Vicky, wearing a black Lolita, also walked quickly from behind the stage, stopped in front of McGonagall, with a smile on her face: "You are finally back."
   "Come here today, I heard that your opera company has already started business, so I plan to see a show, it seems to be early." McGonagall also smiled.
  For this girl with a dual personality, McGonagall still has a little awe, because you don't know what personality she will become in the next moment.
  "The opening time is indeed not up yet, but please take a seat here. Regarding the opera house, I have not yet thank you very much." Vicky led McGonagall and the others to the head room behind.
   said it was the chief’s room, but it was just a rudimentary small office. A lame wooden table was forced to extend a leg, and there were two long stools.
  Vickie’s seat is an old wooden chair, probably serving as the boss chair.
   "The theater has just started, a little shabby, just laughed." Vicky said calmly, without the slightest inferiority.
   "It's nice to have a place to sit." McGonagall's evaluation of her improved a bit.
   "Thank you for providing a venue for the Black Cat Opera Troupe and for your support." Vicky bowed to McGonagall first, thanking her.
   "You are welcome, it was your talent that touched me." McGonagall smiled and waved his hand. "And, isn't this still a mutually beneficial business."
   Vicky also laughed, but her gratitude to McGonagall did not diminish.
   McGonagall’s investment and support for their opera company is tantamount to giving charcoal in the snow, saving them from the quagmire and pulling them back from the brink of dissolution.
  This kindness, Vicky will always keep in mind.
   "I'm here this time, there is actually one more thing. Annie has already drawn the story of Miss Black Cat. Let's see if it meets expectations." McGonagall said.
  Anne stepped forward and handed the picture album she was holding to Vicky.