Chapter 679: Your black pepper steak, cooked in seven

"Sure enough, snack foods can always convince people with strange reasons." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, looked at the time, smiled and said: "Okay, Anna’s study today is over, with Amy. Go play, I will call you a meal."
"Millet, starting today, Anna wants to live in our house for a few days, you take her to the upstairs to get acquainted with the environment." McGonagall turned to look at Amy.
"Really? Great!" Amy’s eyes lit up and took Anna’s hand, who had just put down her knife. She walked happily and said,
Miss Anna, I will take you to play. The playground then takes you to my cot to sleep."
McGonagall looked at the two little guys who disappeared at the door, the smile was gentle, and the two little guys could get along with each other, which is undoubtedly good news for him.
After dinner, Amy took Anna to the square to play, and the restaurant began to enter the busiest evening business hours.
"Mae boss, you have no warning at noon, but I was hungry for the whole afternoon. I can only comfort myself with a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice at night."
"Yeah, I didn't take it for me at noon today. I ended up eating a closed door. Mai boss, your leave is a very big loss for us."
"I was very pleased to have nothing to do at noon today. I will give me two steaks, one for five-point cooked, one for seven-point cooked, and one for five-point cooked."
As soon as the guests entered the restaurant, they began to crusade McGon’s leave at noon today, and the resentment was quite deep.
McGonagall laughed at this, and he took a leave at noon. After a few days, he went to Luodu. He didn't know how many days to complete the work. This psychological quality still has to be.
The restaurant guests came and went, the long queues were getting shorter and the restaurant business was always hot.
A carriage with some quaint decorations stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, and the curtain picked up a corner. Ian looked at the popular restaurant with a smile on his face. "I like this restaurant with lots of people, even the guests. No restaurant, it means it is not worth trying."
"Master, you may have to line up now, need me to go to the restaurant and let him clear the field?" A middle-aged man with a butler looks at the carriage and whispers.
"I am not a king, I have to eat a meal, Bruka, have you changed your mind?" Ian chuckled, and he opened the carriage and took the carriage and walked toward the restaurant door. There are some guests in the restaurant waiting in line.
"Yes." Bruka nodded, and the small step quickly went to the front to open the door of the restaurant.
When the door opened, the delicious atmosphere came to the surface, and Ian’s eyes were bright.
Compared to the restaurant that looks very popular outside, entering the restaurant is actually an unexpected quiet.
The guests who sat were completely immersed in the food in front of them, and even occasionally issued one or two praises and sighs that could not help themselves.
The queued guests are also standing quietly, waiting for the appearance of empty seats. Even if they are talking, they will try their best to restrain the sound and will not affect the dining of other guests.
Elegant decor, just the right table spacing, a comfortable dining environment.
Ian's eyes turned around in the restaurant and nodded slightly. Regardless of the taste of the dishes, this restaurant has already done the appearance of a restaurant that makes guests feel comfortable. This is the basis for a restaurant that can be popular.
Of course, being able to have the elves sit on the same table with the orcs is enough to show how magical the food in this restaurant is, so that they can temporarily put down racial hatred.
"Guest, there is a seat here, please sit here." Ian waited for a while, and a few guests ended the meal almost at the same time. Yabei Mia smiled and led Ian to walk to the table next to him. .
"Sit down, Bruka." Ian pressed the handkerchief at the table by Bruka.
"I can stand by and serve the lord." Bruka bowed his head slightly.
"I haven't eaten yet when I need someone to serve." Ian smiled.
Bruka hesitated for a while before sitting down on Ian's side, half of his buttocks, and kept on standby.
"Guest, this is the menu, you can see what you want to eat." Yabei Mia smiled and handed over the menu, the white-bearded father looks very interesting, and the identity should be quite honorable.
"Well, let me see." Ian opened the menu and looked at the menu with a beautiful picture, and couldn't help but shine.
This menu is completely different from the menus of other people's names, such as the name of the dish and the text. The pictures are just like the real ones. The exquisite dishes make people look very delicious and can't help but try. feel.
The name of the dish, the picture, the price, a dish can be seen at a glance, and it is much more intuitive than the description of a large section of text.
"Restaurants of this size, dare to set such a price, and guests are also lined up to eat, indicating that this boss does have a good strength." Ian gaze on the price of the food, nodded slightly.
"I want a black pepper steak and a salty tofu brain." Ian put up the menu and handed it to Bruka, who was sitting opposite. "Bruka, choose it yourself."
Bruka opened the menu and looked at the price on the top. He hesitated for a while and said, "I... I want a Yangzhou fried rice and a sweet bean curd."
"Okay, this guest, don't know the steak, how mature are you?" Ami Mia looked at Ian and asked with a smile.
"I don't know if you think my old man is suitable for eating a little bit cooked?" Ian asked as he looked at the North Asian Mia smiling.

Guests look full and their mouths are definitely good. The cooked steaks will be tenderer, the cooked meats will be slightly harder, and the cooked steaks will be slightly heavier. Guests can choose according to their tastes. "Ami Mia smiled.
"Then I will be cooked in seven, the old man prefers something chewy." Ian nodded.
"Okay, please wait." Yabei Mia nodded and walked quickly toward the kitchen.
"What is the mess of Jeffrey's rules? The service attitude and quality of the half-hearted waiters are much higher than those of the average waiter. The rules of discrimination should have been changed." Ian looked at the North Asian Mia. The back of the thought, thinking in my heart.

But, there should be no better wine in the world than my winery?
Ian frowned and said to himself with a bit of thought.
"Your black pepper steak, cooked in seven."
Not long after, a cow was discharged to him.