Chapter 362: a father

"Sorry, the restaurant has been closed. If you want to eat grilled fish, please come over at noon tomorrow." McGonagall flipped the sign on the door and replied without lifting his head. Such a request for him to go out every day. Respond more than one.
"I am Michael." The man said, it seems that he still wants to stick to it.
McGonagall stunned and looked up at the man. He almost replied, "I am McGonagall."
The man looks very tall, wearing a black and dark gold gown with a black long sword at his waist. He looks like he is in his forties, he is well maintained, and his black eyes are strong and wise. Like a heroic knight, it is like a wise adviser, which makes people feel a little unfathomable.
Michael heard that McGonagall’s reply was equally awkward. He was the first to report his name and got such a reply. It seems that the young man does not know himself, even his own name does not know, face There was a smile on it, and it was also a serious look at McGonagall.
Looking at wearing a black and white chef's uniform, the body is long and straight, like a sneaked sword, and a glimmer of surprise, this temperament is not like an ordinary chef. More like a swordsman who hides the edge, let him think of the young man of the year.
The young man who was also like a sword when he stood, but the sword was so sharp that it was too rigid, so it was a pity that it had just become the sharpest sword in the world, and then it was forcibly broken.
"I introduce myself, I am the city owner of this chaotic city." Michael looked at McGonagall and said, his voice was quite hearty.
"It turned out to be the master of the city, sorry, I didn't recognize it for a while." Meg's face was amazed and apologized.
The name of the city owner of the chaos is naturally known. It is only when the restaurant is out of business to ask for a spicy grilled fish, so that McGonagall thinks that he is just an ordinary guest. He did not expect to be the owner of the city alone.
Looking into the distance, a black carriage stopped at the door of the magic potion shop. A young man in a black tights looked around with vigilance. It seems that the city owner is no doubt.
"No problem, I am just a guest now." Michael shook his head with a smile, did not take this matter to heart, turned to look at the restaurant with lights on, looking at McGonagall's eyes: "Original I should have come over during business hours, but I may not be able to take the time to come tomorrow, so I chose this time to come over. I didn’t expect the restaurant to be closed. I wonder if the boss can make a roast fish for me?

"The urban master wants to eat grilled fish, this should not be rejected, but the restaurant only accepts guests during business hours. This is the rule, the waiter of the restaurant should also get off work. And my daughter will go to class tomorrow morning, to marry her to go to bed earlier. So, if the city owner doesn't mind, maybe you can take time to come and eat the grilled fish later." McGonagall looked at Michael, but shook his head and looked back at Amy, who was slumbering on the counter. Road.
"It turns out that you still have a daughter. It seems that you are a good father." Michael also saw Amy, who was kneeling behind the counter. The original frowning brow was also loosened at once, watching Megman full of appreciation. A good father is harder than a good cook.
In the city of chaos, he was rarely rejected. He did not expect to be rejected twice by the same person today. Even if he moved out of his city, his identity still has no effect.
"Not a good father, just want to be more with her, give her all the things she can do." McGonagall looked at Amy's eyes full of gentleness.
"Actually, I am eating a grilled fish as a father today. I also have a lovely daughter. When she was a child, I was very busy. I had almost no time to stay with him. I owe her too much. And because of mine. The reason is that her body has suffered from the chill that is hard to get rid of. I have been living in pain for many years, and I can't do anything to look at it. You may understand this kind of torture." Michael looked at McGonagall, his voice was slightly low. After a pause, I shook my head slightly: "I have never said anything to these words, maybe because we are all fathers."
McGonagall looked at the man of the city who was known for his tough guys and iron. He did not expect that under the hard armor, he also had such gentleness. He was silent for a while, and opened the door outwards. He smiled and said: "That's right, my home." The grilled fish is not only delicious, but also able to dispel cold. Today I treat you and ask a father."
"Then I will be welcome." Michael smiled on his face and strode toward the restaurant.
"Boss, this is?" Agato Mia, who packed up the restaurant and was about to leave, looked at Michael, who was coming in with Meg, and asked some questions. McGonagall was the most obeying rule.
"The City of Chaos City!" Sally, who was two steps behind, squinted slightly. She had seen Michael's image when she was in the family. In order to prevent the juniors in the family from going out to fight against the bad guys, the family They will record the portraits of some of the noble and noble people on the mainland of Nolan.
"You go back first, this is a friend of mine, I will come to entertain him." McGonagall said with a smile.
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Yabei Mia showed a smile at Michael, and Sally went out.
Michael was also smiling and they nodded and looked at Sally's body for a while, revealing a hint of doubt, but did not say anything.
"The city owner please sit down, the taste of spicy grilled fish can be chosen, slightly spicy, medium spicy, super spicy, spicy. If you want to sleep well at night, it is recommended not to choose perverted spicy." McGee blinds put down, today It was a case for Michael, not because of his identity as a city owner, but because of his words as a father.
As a father, he can understand the despair of Amy if he was hurt by some kind of pain, but he could do nothing.
Of course, McGonagall also thought of the food list. Originally, he thought about going to the city government tomorrow. Now the city owner is sitting in the restaurant. What's the story, it seems that the effect is better with him?
"Then you want a medium-sized super spicy grilled fish." Michael looked through the menu for a while and closed the menu and looked at McGonagall.
"Okay, please wait, I will take the child to sleep first." McGonagall nodded and turned to the counter, taking care of Amy, who had fallen asleep on the counter, and the ugly duckling sleeping in her arms. Pick up and walk slowly upstairs.
"It’s the first time to eat and hang out. It’s really a fun person.
Michael shook his head with a smile, his eyes glanced slowly in the dining room, and finally set it on the crystal lamp on his head, scorning. A voice, slightly narrowed his eyes.