At the end of the busy evening, the girls returned to the dormitory, and McGonagall, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and Garland standing outside the door.

He remembered that the two had already had dinner, and were now waiting outside the door, presumably to wait for him.

These two were just ordinary people, so McGonagall didn't rush to close the door.

"Hello boss, can I talk to you?" Garland stepped forward and looked at McGonagall with a smile, "I'm Garland, the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods magazine, and I tasted the food you cooked today, and I was amazed and wanted to talk to you very much." ”

"Eat Whole Foods?" McGonagall frowned slightly, he had some impressions of this magazine, he had roughly flipped through the top magazines on the Nolan continent before, and Whole Foods Beauty was among them.

What impressed him more was not the magazine itself, but the fact that there was a gourmand named Milo in it, who was known for his satirical literature, relying on his poisonous tongue to diss major merchants, and it was quite special in a food article.

Of course, it mainly reminded McGonagall of who she was back then......

It's a shameful past.

However, compared to him, this little brother's skills are still a little worse.

The wording is obviously a bit restricted, and it is not able to achieve the level of free retraction, and it is not free and easy enough...... Anyway, it's not as cool as he sprays.

And he also thought that if he had a chance to meet him, he had to mention him a few words, let him take a little leisure, after all, most of those chefs are cautious, and if they are not careful, they may be cursed to go to another world, but chefs.

After all, not everyone is a son of luck like him, crossing the other world to harvest a cute treasure, and giving a wife, this kind of thing, only he can touch.

"Wait, Mylo?" McGonagall glanced at the tall, square-faced middle-aged man standing aside, when he entered the door earlier, a message from the psychic door popped up with him, his name was Milo, could it be that he was the little brother?

"Hello, I'm Milo, a foodie." When Mylo saw McGonagall looking at him, he had no choice but to say hello, carefully observing the change in McGonagall's expression.

It's no secret that he has never had a good reputation in the ears of the restaurateur.

"Hello, I'm McGonagall, nice to meet you." McGonagall smiled and nodded, feeling like she was seeing her peers.

He is very glad that there are people in this world who can carry the keyboard and earn money, what an inclusive world it is.

"Thank you." Milo was a little flattered, and muttered to himself that it was really surprising that there was a restaurant owner who liked him.

"What's the matter?" McGonagall looked at the two of them and asked, the two little ones were still waiting for him to tell a story to lull them to sleep, so he wasn't going to welcome them in.

Garland also knew McGonagall's hard work, and said straight to the point: "You may not know that under the publicity of several peer magazines, McMie's Restaurant and several dishes you have created have been loved by readers all over the world, and after tasting it with Milo, I was impressed by your cooking skills, and I hope to have the opportunity to listen to you tell the stories behind these dishes in my free time, which is what readers want to know." ”

"Am I already that influential?" McGonagall looked at Garland with some surprise, he knew that some of the regular customers of the restaurant were gourmets, among which Randy, who had just recently become a rich woman, was one of them, but he didn't expect that the articles they wrote had already expanded the influence of McMy's Restaurant to all parts of the Nolan continent.

"Yes, no one can resist the charm of food, and your McMie restaurant has been regarded as a sacred place in the hearts of many people." Mylo nodded, although he had always scoffed at this so-called holy place, but this time, he was very much in favor of the fact that Maimie's Restaurant could be promoted as a holy place.

McGonagall looked at the two of them, her mind was spinning, influence means traffic, and for him, traffic is the fans who may be converted.

"In that case, let's talk about it again tomorrow morning after the business closes, it's a little late today, and the child is going to sleep." McGonagall smiled.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest, I'll see you tomorrow." Garland hurriedly smiled, watched the door of the restaurant slowly close, and then high-fived Milo.

"I'll let go of eating tomorrow, and the funds will be kept enough, so this time, we can be regarded as the right one." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.

"Hehe, then I'm not welcome." Milo smiled, he has always been good at eating big things.

……

"Father, mother? Isn't she coming back to sleep today? Amy asked, holding the ugly duckling, who was already asleep, sitting on a stool behind the counter, shaking her short legs.

Anne stood aside, looking at McGonagall as well.

"She may have other things to do today, and she will come home later, so will Xiaomi and Anne go to bed first, okay?" McGonagall smiled.

"Aang, okay." Amy nodded obediently and slipped off the barstool.

"Let's go, go upstairs." McGonagall took the two little ones upstairs, arranged for them to wash themselves, and waited until the two little ones had changed into their pajamas and lay down on the bed, and then began to tell them a little bedtime story.

"What kind of story would you like to hear today?" McGonagall asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the two little ones with anticipating eyes.

"I want to hear the story of the prince and the princess." Amy raised her hand.

Anne nodded.

"At a young age, you know how to look at princes and princesses, which is not good." McGonagall touched her chin, most of the princes in fairy tales were arrogant and lascivious.

For example, the prince who plotted against the unconscious Snow White, or the prince who was interested in looking for Cinderella all over the world with boots, and the prince who had no eyes and didn't know the mermaid and was more scum than Hong Shixian......

The two little girls must be given the right three views at the right age, and they must not be indulged in this story of inequality.

"Today we will not tell the story of the prince and the princess, but the story of the pony crossing the river." McGonagall smiled.

"Okay." Amy nodded, and immediately asked curiously, "Why did the pony cross the river?" ”

"It all started with a stable with a mare and a beautiful pony living in it. One day, the mare said to the pony, 'You're grown up, can you do something for your mother?' The pony jumped up and said, "Why not?" I'd love to help you. 'Mare ......'

McGwen whispered the story of the entertaining and educational, and the two little ones listened very attentively.

"The pony crossed the river, and the water was neither as shallow as the old cow had said, nor as deep as the squirrel had said." McGonagall ended the story.

But the two little ones were still staring at her, without the slightest pajamas.

The silence lasted for a while.

"And then?" Amy couldn't help but ask.

"That's it...... The pony crossed the river. McGonagall replied subconsciously.

"So the pony just crossed a river, it became a story, and then it tried to trick us into sleeping?" Amy blinked.

"Forehead ......"

McGonagall groaned, finding that the little ones were getting harder and harder to carry, so she had to learn the tone of the elementary school teacher, "So, what does this story tell us?" ”

"You must learn to swim so that crossing the river doesn't become a story of tricking children into sleeping." Amy said with a serious face.