Chapter 1058： Sleeping together, shouldn't it matter?

McGonagall's body is stiff. As a qualified boss, he really only recruits these employees because of the efficiency and efficiency of the restaurant. If you think about it, it is really worth boasting.

However, he only dared to think about it in this regard.

Such a waiter lineup should not say the city of chaos, even if there is no second home on the entire Nolan continent.

Indeed...somewhat strange.

And each one is a flowery jade sister... well, except Shirley.

But if you really want to say it, you will rarely find a pretty lady who is more beautiful than Shirley.

As the owner of the restaurant, I have to ask such a group of waiters to say that there is no problem at all. It is really not easy to say how to look at it.

"What to do? Anxious, online, etc!"

McGonagall started sweating on his forehead.

"Irina sister! How come you! I miss you!"

Amy’s ugly duckling was thrown into the arms of Irina, and she finally struggled to look at her from the soft chest.

Irina holding Amy, her eyes are also gentle, smiling: "Of course I am looking at Xiaomi, I have not seen it for two months, and I have grown a little higher, um, and, more beautiful, This is like me."

"Yes? Can Xiaomi be as beautiful as Irina sister when she grows up?" Amy asked in surprise.

"No, there is only one like me." Irina shook her head.

"Ha?" Amy blinked, feeling that her young heart was hurt.

"Well?" McGonagall also raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect her to poison Amy.

Irina also felt Amy injured, thought about it, smiled and comforted: "It doesn't matter, although I don't look good, it will still look better than others."

"Well, that's good, then when I grow up, Irina sister is old, and the best thing is me." Amy's face reappeared with a smile.

"Well?" Irina blinked. I didn't expect the little guy to hold the blade of age and tie her up.

"It really is a biological one." Looking at the two injured each other, Meg's mouth showed a smile, but there is a different kind of warmth.

"It's cold outside, come in and sit." McGonagall opened the door and said with a smile.

Irina took Amy into the door.

The ugly duckling was a little stunned and looked at Irina. When she wanted to go forward, she was a little scared and didn’t dare to move.

The restaurant door closed and the cold was also closed.

"Hungry? Do you want to eat something?" McGonagall looked at Irina.

Irina thought for a moment: "I want to eat... grilled fish, roast beef skewers, and another called a chicken, almost the first thing."

"Good." McGonagall nodded and turned to prepare to walk towards the kitchen.

"My father asked the sister of Irina whether or not to eat. I don't ask Xiaomi if I want to eat it. Hey, I am not your little baby. You don't love me..." Amy's mouth stunned, and some succumbed.

McGonagall turned back and looked at the jealous little guy. He smiled and asked: "Will the millet eat the nightingale? What do you want to eat, the father and the grown-up will do it for you."

Amy’s face showed a smile, holding Irina’s arm and said happily: “I want to eat the same as Irina’s sister, I want to eat with her!”

"True." Irina pinched Amy's face.

"Well, I will do it for you." McGonagall nodded and walked toward the kitchen.

When Meg entered the kitchen, Irina looked at Emmy with a smile: "Millet, in the two months we haven't met, did your father sleep with other young ladies? Kissing? Hugging Ah? Or did it suddenly disappear in the middle of the night? A strange voice came from the next door? Have you received a strange letter?..."

"This, I have a small book to remember..." Amy ran to the counter and took out a small black book, said with a smile.

The beautiful and generous mother and the cute and lovely daughter flipped through a black book, the scene of the mother and the filial piety, how warm and beautiful.

The McGee in the kitchen looked at the scene, and even the hand holding the kitchen knife trembled slightly.

This is the real death note in Amy's hand. I don't know what the little guy recorded on the top. I haven't waited for him to check it. It has already fallen into the hands of Irina.

"This time... probably dead?" McGonagall sighed in his heart, blaming him for not thinking that Irina would come suddenly. He hadn't had time to buy Amy, and he didn't have a little defense.

"Look at what looks good, eat grilled fish first." McGonagall took the grilled fish out and pretended that he didn't know anything. He sneaked his eyes on Amy's small book and had to prepare in advance. OK, how much can be counted.

"Good incense." Irina put the book together, but unexpectedly did not turn face on the spot, the mouth even with a smile.

"The trough! This is too scary? Is it brewing any big tricks? Or are you ready to eat this meal and then send me on the road?" McGonagall blinked, looking at the easy way to pick up a chopsticks Irina, who put the fish in the Amy bowl, was unpredictable and her heart was even more panicked.

This is not as good as the direct storms, at least not so embarrassing.

"You don't eat?" Irina took a bite of fish and looked at some restrained Meg, standing at the table, asking strangely.

"Yeah, father, you can eat together." Amy sucked and sucked a strip of powder, and swayed happily.

"Okay." McGonagall was sitting on the side of Amy with some sternness. He looked at the happy mother and daughter who were eating. I didn’t know what medicines were sold in their stomachs. I simply took the chopsticks and picked them up. Grilled fish.

No matter what, even if you want to die, you have to eat enough to go on the road.

After eating the grilled fish, McGonagall went to roast a large roast beef skewer.

"I want to drink." Irina took a bite out of the roast beef and looked up at McGonagall.

"Okay." McGonagall picked up two large glasses of beer in the kitchen, one in front of Irina and the other in front of himself.

After coming to the world, he seldom drank, but tonight he wanted to accompany her for a few drinks.

Spicy and delicious grilled beef skewers with chilled beer, a bunch of beef skewers are gone, a large glass of beer with a few mouthfuls of foam left on the wall, and then quickly Continued.

After drinking three large glasses of beer, Irina’s face has become a little red, and she raised her glass of wine against the lamp and looked at the amber transparent beer with a happy smile on her face. This wine is delicious, and it is perfect with this roast beef skewer."

Meg looked at the drunken Irina, smiled and touched the glass with her, whispered: "Cheers."

"Cheers!" Irina took a few mouthfuls of wine and finished drinking, and let Meg continue.

I don't know how many cups I drank. The drunken Irina finally fell asleep on the table, and Amy fell asleep on her lap.

"call"

"I was finally drunk."

Magog sighed, even if he drank so much beer with his drink, and when he got up, his head was a little dizzy.

"But... what should I do now? Where should she sleep?" McGonagall looked at the drunken Irina, but she had some headaches and thought for a long time. "It shouldn't matter if you sleep together?"

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