Chapter 139： Can the bliss pure land be a song? (Second for a monthly ticket!)

"This..." McGonagall looked at the sorrowful Weisenio, and suddenly there was some sympathy. It seems that this is not because of the lingering flowers, it is because the family has a wife, it is crushed into this. Look, how should it be a woman like a wolf?

"This guest, what medicine are you talking about? Our restaurant does not sell medicine." Yabei Mia asked some of the puzzles and looked at Weisenio. The expression was quite serious.

Although I don't know why this guest gave me a meal when I met, but if she wanted to fall into the restaurant, she was the first to disagree!

McGonagall and Wissenho also looked at the North Asian Mia, this girl is really simple, but this kind of thing is not good to explain to her a little girl, look at each other, have chosen to skip.

"This guest, you should get up first. I guarantee the reputation of the restaurant. Every food sold from the restaurant will have no problem, and there is no case of selling medicine in public." McGonagall Nio helped him and watched him seriously: "Even every dish has his own unique effect. If you come to a meat folder early in the morning, it will really make people feel excited, and they will be more energetic and motivated to work. But if there is no other work, it is another matter."

Wissenho’s hand was shaking, his wife did not have any other work, and his daily job was to crush him.

However, for this kind of statement of McGonagall, he has no way to refute. After all, so many people bought meat in the morning, and went out after going through the spirits. The state is very good. The most exaggerated ones are probably those who ate after eating. The demon of the fire, there is no strange situation in that regard.

"It seems that I can't let her eat meat in the bed later." Weisenni sighed silently, thinking about it and looking at it again. Meg asked: "Right, Mai boss, you Say that every dish has its own characteristics, then what are the characteristics of the Yangzhou fried rice in your restaurant and the new products that you want to produce today?"

"Yangzhou fried rice can promote blood circulation, warm the body, and has a good nourishing effect on the weak." McGonagall watched Weisenio pause and continued: "The characteristics of the new tofu brain are not completely certain yet, but There should be some benefits to the skin that female customers should like."

McGonagall paused and made Wissenho a little embarrassed, but after listening to it was quite exciting.

He always wanted to find something that could make up the blood, but those things often hurt after eating, his body became like this, and half of it was thanks to the mess.

Now, listening to McGonagall said that as long as you eat Yangzhou fried rice, you can replenish your body. Naturally, you are a little excited. When he saw his wife eating meat, he couldn’t do it, but his wife took a bite and took his one away. I didn’t even eat it.

As for the tofu brain that can be skin care, it is even more pleasing to the wife's holy product. She uses pearl powder to apply her face every day. She will definitely like it. She can only hope that this bean curd can divide her love for meat. Take some, otherwise you will feel that you are really terrible.

"Guests, if you want to eat, you can come early at noon business hours." McGonagall took back the hand of Vicsonio and expressed sympathy for the brother's experience, but he could do nothing about it. I can only bless his physical strength from Yangzhou fried rice to keep up with the wildness that his tigress eats with meat.

"Mae boss, would you like to give me a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice first? You see me, it is really hungry and can't move now." Weisenio looked at Meg, pitifully, reaching for the door frame. A pair of appearances that must fall at any time.

“Sorry, the restaurant will no longer be served after the opening hours.” McGonagall shook his head.

"Money is not a problem, I can give you double the money, three times! 18 gold coins, a Yangzhou fried rice, can give you now." Visenho took out the purse from his arms, ready to 掏money.

"This is the rule of the restaurant, even if it is ten times." McGonagall refused without hesitation, pointing to the front: "There is a noodle shop about 50 meters ahead. You can go there for breakfast." Going back, Yangzhou fried rice is not an elixir, even if you eat a bowl, you can't make you alive and well."

"Well, then I will come early at noon. I will find a teahouse in the morning, but I will not go home again." Visenio saw that McGonagall did not mean to shake, and some helplessly said.

"Failed uncle, goodbye, you have to stay awake. If you fall, you may not be able to help you. If you can't climb it, you can't eat delicious rainbow fried rice at noon." Amy rushed to Weisen. Neo waved his hand and shouted with a serious expression.

Wissenio raised his eyebrows. The tone of the little girl sounded like he was caring for him. But how does it sound strange? It seems that something is not quite right.

"Yeah! What kind of ghost is the weak uncle? Although I look really weak now, it is too strange to use this nickname!" Wissenho blinked, but looked at Amy's delicate little face. Concerned expression, my heart suddenly soft, what can I do? Of course, choose to forgive her.

After I became a relative, I wanted to have a child. Unfortunately, my wife didn’t like children. I didn’t want it. It’s been for four or five years. There is such a cute little daughter who is a winner in life. I can’t help but admire the wheat. A glance, nodded, and slowly left.

"Father, do you say that the weak uncle can stay until noon?" Amy looked at the back of Wissenho, and asked with some concern.

"It should be no problem..." McGonagall looked at a smashing Wissenho, but it was a bit skeptical, but he quickly recovered his eyes and smiled and touched Amy’s head: "Millet just said I want to learn the second song. Is it right? Let's go, my father will open it for you."

"Yes, yes!" Amy Lima happily patted her little hand and nodded. The ugly duck face in her arms was squeezed to the left and right, desperately looking at the ceiling, and even the rebellious screaming did not dare to make a sound.

"Do you want to teach Amy to learn new children's songs?" Yabei Mia heard some news. These Amy, in addition to the ugly duckling, the favorite toy is the elf who can sing, and the song is really good. .

McGonagall closed the restaurant door, went straight to the counter and took out the music box and put it on the counter. Turn on the switch, turn off the single loop, then click on the next one. I also looked forward to watching the music box. I don't know the system. The second meeting will give you a classic song.

A round of colored lights illuminate around the hemispherical glass ball, and a powerful electric guitar and drums rang. The elf villain inside also moved with some stiff movements. The rhythm is so bright and powerful, and, Still a little... familiar?

"System, Nima! Can you still count children's songs?" McGee blinked and snarled in his mind!