Chapter 977: I have to be happy with my daughter.

In a teahouse, Robert was a little concerned. He said that Dairik, who was sitting opposite, said: "Mr. Dairik, the progress of your tasting comment seems to have been stagnant for three days. Is it uncomfortable?"
"This..." Dairik, who was picking up the cup and preparing to drink, suddenly froze, hesitating for a while, putting down the cup in his hand, and some were embarrassed: "It’s not physically uncomfortable, just because I recently met. A restaurant is too delicious. Every time I go to the meal, I can't help but go to that restaurant. When I finish eating, I can't eat anything else."
Robert looked at Dairik in a strange way. He was a famous food critic in the food industry. He stopped because of a restaurant. He thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Is it a Meme restaurant?"
"Exactly, President Robert knew this restaurant too." Dairik nodded.
"Mc. Boss's culinary world is a chaotic city. It was once the best chef at the birthday of the King of Los Angeles. I might not know." Robert said with a smile, but looked at Dairik. It’s another story.
Dairik clearly knows what Robert wants to say, and is quite sincere: "Honestly, the level of food in the city of chaos does have a big gap with Luodu. There are even many restaurants that don't sell vegetarian food, and more are Lack of respect for vegetarian dishes, it is difficult to find a restaurant that gives me an appetite. So, if there is any filtered list in the president’s hand, give me a copy, if all the restaurants on the plan are eaten, this The task is obviously impossible for me to complete."

This...
Robert’s face was unfortunate. The food association broke through this time and introduced a new rule, in order to select the really excellent dishes and restaurants. If you filter it first, then let Dairik to judge and the original intention. Some are not the same.
But Dairik’s statement is also true. There are many restaurants in the city of Chaos that are really perfunctory about vegetarian dishes. For foodies like Dairik, it’s unrealistic to try these low-grade and bad vegetarian dishes. Look, time is not enough.
After hesitating for a while, Robert still looked at Dairik and nodded. "Okay, Mr. Dairik, someone will hand you a new list of stores tomorrow morning. You only need to taste the restaurant on the new list.

Dairik’s reputation and prestige are among the first in the jury. If he can introduce the food of the chaotic city in the food review, maybe some chefs will come here for the chaos. The city's restaurant industry has injected new vitality, which will have a good effect on the development of the chaotic city cuisine.
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"Do you know what happiness is?"
On the square of Aden, a white-haired old man with a wooden pole looked at a child sitting in a chair eating sugar and smiling.
"Grandpa, the last copper coin I have left, I have already bought the grandfather's burst fireball technique. I have no money to buy a new one." The child took out a magic book from behind and shook his head.
"Superficial, happiness is a copper coin that can be bought." The old man shook his head, some hated the iron and looked at the little boy, shaking his head to the next child, a package wrapped in a slanting, one The same cheats reveal a corner.
Throughout the morning, Angus, an old man, traveled around Aden Square and finally sold a cheat with a copper coin.
"Today is a happy day." Angus lay on the lounge chair in the corner, and put the copper coin in front of his eyes and looked at the sun. The wrinkled face showed a bright smile, a mouth, and the teeth were rotten. .
"The old man, earned a copper coin, is it so happy?"
A young man did not know when he stood by the bench and asked with a smile.
Angus heard the copper coins, sat up on the back of the chair, looked at the well-dressed young man, and said with a smile: "If you buy another one, I should feel happier."
"I want two books." McGonagall found two copper coins from his arms and smiled and handed it to Angus. He was bored and walked out to sunbathe, and then saw the kid who sold fake magic books to children. Old man.
Although this kind of behavior is somewhat fraudulent, a copper coin is earned even if you buy this comic strip. Therefore, McGonagall does not have much dislike. Looking at this old-fashioned cotton jacket, the old man with awkward body is pitiful. If there are conditions, how can an old man of this age need to bend over for a copper coin in the cold wind?
Angus reached out and took a copper coin. He took out a magic book called Burning Flame from the bag and handed it to McGonagall. He smiled and said: "One person can only buy one, more can't, it's easy. Get out of the way."
"One book is OK." McGonagall looked at the thin booklet in the palm of his hand. It was a bit like a comic book in his childhood. He was not reluctant to take another copper coin and prepare to leave.
"Young people, what do you think is happiness?" At this time, Angus looked at Meg and asked with a smile.
"Happiness?" McGonagall stopped and thought for a while, laughing and said: "I used to think that there are endless flowers, and I am very happy. Now the pursuit is high, I have to be happy with my daughter.

Angus looked at the smile on Meg's face and glanced at it. He nodded. "Yes, with the children, it is the happiest."
"The old man, it's cold, go home early." McGonagall said with a smile, picking up his fingertips, a gold coin quietly fell in from the open pocket, turned and prepared to leave.
"The home is too far away, can't go back, young people, are you willing to listen to my story?" Angus shook his head and looked at McGonagall's back.
McGonagall turned to look at Angus.
"If my son didn't lose, now it should be about the same age as you." Angus looked at McGonagall and sighed, his eyes full of regrets.
McGonagall looked at Angus. The old man seemed to lose everything at this moment. He felt his heart stunned and silenced for a while: "He may live somewhere well now, with a lovely Children and a nice family."
Angus’s eyes re-ignited a ray of light, and some choked and said: "Thank you."
"Old man, where are you from?" McGonagall sat next to Angus and watched him whisper.
"I came from the Los Angeles Empire. It is a Luodu. There are also several houses and several shops. Twenty-five years ago, when the three-year-old son was playing at the door, he disappeared. His wife lost his face after tears. I left in the second year. I went to the Los Angeles Empire from south to north these years, but I never found my son’s trace..."