The 30 or so meat buns at noon were quickly sold out, and many customers smelled the smell of meat, and they couldn't get hungry, so they asked McGonagall to make a few more.

McGonagall can't do anything about this, so she has prepared so many ingredients, which can only be made on a first-come, first-served basis, and it takes time to make a meat sandwich bun two hours in advance, knead the dough, and make braised pork, unlike Yangzhou fried rice.

And the guests were also very interested in the delicate little bag of meat sandwich buns, and some people said that they wanted to take it back as a small money bag, especially the back painting on the top was very cute, and they took turns to praise Amy very happy.

In the evening, there are even more guests who hear the news, Yangzhou fried rice and meat sandwich buns have made guests crazy, this cooking method is unique, but the taste is addictive, completely subverting their imagination of food.

Although the food here is a bit expensive, in this chaotic city, there is no shortage of rich people, and spending a few gold coins to satisfy their appetite is not a thing that makes them feel embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, the new products on trial sale today have been sold out, and they will be officially sold tomorrow, but because of the need to prepare in advance, the number of each meal sold is limited, so you can come early tomorrow." McGonagall smiled and sent the last guest out the door, flipped the sign on the door, and breathed a sigh of relief, although she had eaten Yangzhou fried rice and meat sandwich buns, she was still a little tired at the end of the day.

Today's trial sale of more than 90 copies of meat sandwich buns were all sold out, because the meat sandwich buns took up some time, so Yangzhou fried rice sold a little less than before, sold more than 50 copies, and the net income was more than 360 gold coins.

Get up early tomorrow to knead more dough, strive to make more meat sandwich buns, and unlock the tofu brain by relying on these thousand servings of meat sandwich buns.

Now that he is a restaurateur, he has decided to quit the world and no longer participate in the bipartisan dispute.

But he was a little curious, would the world also be divided into salty and sweet parties? If you get along harmoniously, if you have to draw your sword at every turn like in your previous life, maybe you can set up a ring at the entrance of the restaurant, just mark 'Sweet and Salty Competition', it is estimated that there will be people on stage to duel every day.

"Father must be very tired, millet help father beat his shoulder." Amy interrupted his thoughts as she looked at McGonagall with the ugly duckling in her arms.

"Meow~~" The ugly duckling called twice, as if agreeing with Amy's words.

McGonagall looked at the two cute little guys, reached out and touched Amy's head, shook her head with a smile and said, "It's okay, father is not tired, Millet will sit next to him for a while, if you are sleepy, go upstairs to wash and sleep first." ”

"No, I'm going to wait for my father to go to bed today." Amy shook her head, touched the ugly duckling's head again, and said, "Do you say yes, ugly duckling." ”

"Meow." The ugly duckling opened his mouth and yawned, nodding his head, but the reluctance was written entirely on his face.

"Okay, then I'll speed up." McGonagall smiled and nodded, and began to clean up the plates, wipe the table, and finally mop the floor, and when it was all done, half an hour had passed.

Amy, who was sitting on the barstool, was already lying on the counter and half asleep, and the ugly duckling lying on her stomach in her arms had already fallen asleep.

"Put the ugly duckling in the basket and sleep, and then we'll go upstairs and sleep." McGonagall unbuttoned her apron and hung it aside, dried her hands, walked over, touched Amy's hair, and said softly.

"Hmm." Amy nodded.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling seemed to have heard McGonagall's words, woke up and looked up at him with some resentment, and then stretched out his pink little paws to grab Amy's skirt, shaking his head, as if he was unwilling to get out of her arms.

"Ugly duckling, no, my father said you want to sleep underneath." Amy shook her head, got up and picked it up, and said as she got off the barstool, "And you're so ugly, what if you scare me when you wake up at night, I'll probably kick you out of bed." ”

McGonagall couldn't help laughing, it seems that Amy doesn't need him to teach this kind of thing, and her talent is completely full.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling opened his mouth, trying to prove that he wasn't that ugly, but Amy stuffed it directly into the small basket and wrapped in a small blanket.

Amy stood up, waved her hand and said, "Ugly duckling, you have to sleep obediently, if you behave well, I'll take you to play tomorrow morning." With that, he took McGonagall's hand and prepared to go upstairs.

"Meow meow meow~~" The ugly duckling suddenly got out of the small blanket, put his hand on the edge of the small basket, and looked at Amy's back and screamed pitifully, like an abandoned kitten.

"Father, the ugly duckling seems to be scared, can we take her upstairs? I'll just try not to kick it out of bed. Amy paused, looked back at the aggrieved ugly duckling who was about to cry, and looked up at McGonagall and asked.

McGonagall looked at the poor ugly duckling, and looked at Amy, who was full of anticipation, the two little guys selling cute together was a double crit, there was no way to resist, what could be done, so she had to nod and said, "Okay, then take it upstairs." ”

"Okay." Amy had a happy smile on her face, but when she turned around, she took away her smile again, squatted down helplessly and picked up the ugly duckling in the basket, sighed and said, "I really can't do anything about you, but let's sleep with your face covered at night, but don't scare me." ”

"Meow meow." The ugly duckling screamed happily twice, found a comfortable position in Amy's arms, rubbed his little head, and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Upstairs, Amy put the ugly duckling, who had fallen asleep, on the edge of the cot, carefully rested his little head on the pillow, and then followed McGonagall to wash.

McGonagall helped Amy get a shower, bought a cute little blue-purple pajamas from the system, and dried her hair before carrying her to the cot.

As soon as Amy lay down, the ugly duckling stretched out his little paw and hugged her arm, and his little head was also attached to her.

"Heavy death." Amy tossed it aside without giving any face, yawned, looked at McGonagall and whispered, "Good night, Father......"

"Good night." McGonagall smiled and reached out to touch Amy's hair, and the little one closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The ugly duckling who was set aside rubbed over in a daze, still holding her hand, and sleeping with her little face against her.

"What a clingy little guy." McGonagall smiled and shook her head, covered the two little ones, turned off the lights, took her pajamas and went out to take a shower and wash up

"System, I think our restaurant needs a dish that can calm the field, right? Whether it's Yangzhou fried rice or meat buns, it's still a bit of a staple food. After taking a shower and lying down on the bed, McGonagall asked inwardly.