Chapter 910: Winter is coming

This railing and green plantation is very satisfying to McGonagall. If it is only 32 chapters, the table will be flat, and it will look like a big food stall, which will make him less emboldened when writing the price.
However, after the hollow wooden railings were installed, they did not block the line of sight, but also added a bit of bourgeois taste, which is worthy of the price.
"Mc Boss, who are you asking for this store? I heard a jingle, I came over and found it, even the personal shadows were not seen, the efficiency is also high?" McGonagall Mi’s little hand was preparing to enter the door, and the white ink came out from the blacksmith’s shop. He was curious and looked at McGonagall.
McGonagall stopped and looked at the white and smiled. "A former master of decoration, because of the hurry, so I got away, it was a magician, not the kind of business, but the efficiency is still ok."
"Host, this system is a serious warning to you! This system is super professional!" The angry roar of the system sounded in McGon's mind, but was ignored by McGonagall.
"It turned out to be a magician, no wonder." Innocently nodded, re-examined the expanded restaurant, smiling at McGonagall: "Mc boss, you have doubled this store, after this Is it easier to eat?"
"The number of receptionists in a short period of time may not be twice as high as before, but the queue should be easier." McGonagall nodded with a smile, but it was difficult to get white, although he lived next door, but he was busy every day, waiting for iron. After the busy work out, the team has already traveled far and wide, and often can't eat.
"That's good. Now I really miss the days when I had three or two guests in the store. If I want to eat a meal now, I have to stare at the team in advance. If I don't pay attention, I will be over." Bai Bai sighed. .
"Good things are always worth looking forward to, aren't they?" Meg smiled.
"Yeah, in order to eat the food made by Mai Bo, what is the queue?" Ink also followed the smile and nodded, looked around, and came together, whispered to discuss: "That... Mai boss I have a little bit of alcohol addiction. You can see if I can bring me a beer. Just one cup is enough. Nothing else."
"Is the white-haired boss still not eating yet?" McGonagall asked.
"Ah? Well, just finished, I haven't eaten yet." Ink white stunned and nodded.
"That's just that we haven't eaten yet. It's better to come in for dinner, and then have a drink together. Thank you, the ink-white boss sold me to the store. This time the first guest is still you." McGrady opened the restaurant and smiled at the ink. White invited.
"Okay, then I am not welcome." In white, looking at McGonagall, he smiled heartily.
"Meow meow"
As soon as the door opened, the ugly duckling rushed out and plunged directly into Amy's arms. He spoke softly and shouted, and his big eyes were full of grievances.
"Well, I know, I will take you there next time, but from today on, your meal must be halved, otherwise I think you will definitely become a fat orange that cannot fly in the future." Amy The ugly duckling entered the door and said with a serious look.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with pity.
"I have no use for me. I have already decided." Amy twisted her head and did not change her mind. She was curious and looked at the restaurant. From time to time, she played with the hydroponic green plants planted in transparent glass bottles. The hemp rope is hung on the wooden railing, simple yet elegant.
Meg went upstairs and changed into a chef's suit, and walked toward the kitchen while wearing an apron.
The door was pushed open and a long strip of professional kitchen was displayed in front of McGonagall.
After the expansion of the storefront, the kitchen area has more than doubled. The original single kitchen has become crowded after being stuffed with various kitchen utensils and a large refrigerator and large water tank, especially when several woks work at the same time. When you want to mix the skewers and stew the yellow pheasant, there is a feeling of being surrounded by kitchen utensils.
But on the knife holder on the wall, a sharp and bright knife was hung, the grill was placed in the corner, four woks were lined up, and various kitchen utensils were placed in different categories, and all were in accordance with McGonagall. The habit of placing it makes him feel very comfortable.
In addition to the lateral expansion, the system obviously increases the width of the kitchen by about half a meter. Even if the kitchen has four chefs at the same time, it will not appear crowded, and leave more space for more kitchen utensils. .
Of course, the most attractive thing for McGonagall is the oven made of yellow mud next to the grill, which is exactly the same as the one used when he practiced roast duck in the kitchen trial.
"This customization is really spiritual." McGonagall went to the oven for a while and nodded with satisfaction. There is probably no designer in the world who can understand what he wants like a system, and Often it can exceed his expectations.
A large roast beef skewer, a spicy spicy fish, and a beer in a large beer mug. Meg and the white drink, and chat a lot.
Ink is the first guest of the restaurant, and is also a neighbor. It is also the first friend McGonagall has known in this world.
For the dwarf blacksmith who determined to kill the dragon, McGonagall listened to his own past, but for the first time he listened to his complete story.
Ink's father is also an excellent dwarf blacksmith. The forged weapon is very popular. In white, he studied with his father and became a blacksmith. He also married his wife and gave birth to a stable life.
Until one day, a dragon attacked their tribe and killed many innocent dwarves, including his father.
Three years later, he left the tribe and embarked on a journey to find the dragon. He couldn't stand the fact that his father and the tribe were killed for no reason. He wanted revenge, otherwise his heart would never be peaceful.
This walk is more than a hundred years. He did not find the dragon and never returned to his hometown.
The ethnic war is over, and the Nolan continent has ushered in a hundred years of peace, but he is still on the road to revenge.
Ink white looked up and drank the beer in the cup. The big rosacea was red and red, and the gaze firmly said: "The red dragon, I must kill him by hand!"
McGonagall gave him the full glass, looked at him silently, did not persuade him to go home to see, nor advised him to let go of hatred.
The choice of ink white may not be the best, but people who have not experienced it, what qualifications are there to judge all this, if you switch to McGonagall, he may also make the same choice.
"Mai Boss, thank you for your hospitality. When I kill the red dragon one day, I invite you to drink." Some of the sly ink of the drink swayed at the door frame and then swayed toward the blacksmith. go with.
McGonn watched him enter the door, and a cold breeze blew. He shrank his head and shouted: "It's cold, winter is coming."