The railing and greenery made McGonagall very satisfied, and if it was just the thirty-two chapter table spread out, it would look a bit like a food stall, which would make him feel less confident when writing the price of the dish.

But after the hollow wooden railing is installed, it does not block the view, but also adds a bit of petty bourgeois taste, which is worthy of the price.

"Boss Mai, who did you ask for this shop? I heard a jingle sound, and I came over to see it, and I didn't even see a figure, so the efficiency was high, right? McGonagall took Amy's little hand and was about to enter the door, when Mo Bai walked out of the blacksmith shop next to her, looked at McGonagall with curiosity and asked.

McGonagall stopped, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile: "A decoration master I knew before, because he was in a hurry, so he left after getting it, he was a magician, the kind who didn't do his job, but the efficiency was really okay." ”

"Host, this system solemnly warns you! This system is super professional! The system's angry roar rang out in McGonagall's head, but McGonagall ignored it.

"It's a magician, no wonder." Mo Bai nodded clearly, looked at the expanded restaurant again, looked at McGonagall with a smile and said, "Boss Mai, your store has doubled, will it be easier to eat in the future?" ”

"We may not be able to double the number of people in a short period of time, but it should be easier to queue up." McGonagall smiled and nodded, she was also embarrassed, although she lived next door, she was busy striking iron every day, and when she was done, the queue had already gone far away, and she often couldn't eat.

"That's good, now I really miss the days when there were only three or two customers in the store, like now if you want to have a meal, you have to stare at the line in advance, and if you don't pay attention, you will be overtaken." Mo Bai sighed and said.

"Good things are always something to look forward to, isn't it?" McGonagall smiled.

"Yes, in order to eat the food made by Boss Mai, what is queuing." Mo Bai also nodded with a smile, looked left and right, stepped forward, and discussed in a low voice: "That...... Boss Mai, I'm a little addicted to alcohol, see if you can bring me a beer, just one glass is enough, and I don't want anything else. ”

"Boss Mobai shouldn't have eaten yet, right?" McGonagall asked.

"Huh? Well, I just finished it and haven't eaten yet. Mo Bai paused for a moment and nodded.

"It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet, why don't we come in and have a dinner and have a drink together, and thank Boss Mobai for selling the store to me, this time the first customer is still you." McGla opened the restaurant, smiled at Mo Bai and invited.

"Okay, then you're welcome." Mo Bai looked at McGonagall and laughed heartily.

"Meow Meow~~"

As soon as the door opened, the ugly duckling rushed out at once, threw himself directly into Amy's arms, and screamed softly like a coquettish, with big eyes full of grievances.

"Okay, I know, I'll take you there next time, but from today onwards your meal must be halved, otherwise I think you'll definitely become a fat orange who can't fly in the future." Amy walked in with the ugly duckling in her arms and said with a serious face.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy pitifully.

"It's useless to beg me, I've decided." Amy's head twisted, not changing her mind, and she watched in the dining room with curiosity, fiddling with hydroponic plants planted in transparent glass bottles from time to time, hanging on wooden railings with hemp rope, simple and elegant.

McGonagall went upstairs to change into a chef's uniform and wore an apron as she walked towards the kitchen.

The door opened, revealing a long strip of professional kitchen in front of McGonagall.

After the expansion of the store, the area of the kitchen has also more than doubled, and the original single kitchen has become a little crowded after stuffing various kitchen utensils and a large refrigerator and large water tank, especially when several woks are working at the same time, and they have to also have skewers and stewed yellow stewed chicken, there is a feeling of being surrounded by kitchen utensils.

But there were sharp and bright knives hanging from the knife rack on the wall, the grill was placed in the corner, the four wok pans were lined up, and the various kitchen utensils were arranged in different categories, and they were all arranged according to McGonagall's habits, which made him feel very comfortable.

In addition to the lateral expansion, the system apparently increases the width of the kitchen by about half a metre, so that the kitchen is not cramped even if there are four chefs cooking at the same time, and leaves more space for more utensils.

Of course, the biggest thing that caught McGonagall's eye was the yellow clay oven next to the grill, which was exactly the same wall-hung stove he used to practice cooking duck in the Chef's Proving Grounds.

"This customization is really spiritual." McGonagall walked over to the oven and looked at it for a moment, nodding in satisfaction, there was probably no designer in the world who knew what he wanted as well as the system, and often exceeded his expectations.

With a large plate of roast beef skewers, a large portion of spicy grilled fish in a medium spicy portion, and a bubbling beer in a large beer glass, McGonagall and Mobai had a hearty drink and chatted a lot.

Mobai is the first guest in the restaurant, a neighbor, and the first friend McGonagall has ever met in this world.

McGonagall had heard a few stories of the dwarven blacksmith who was determined to slay the dragon, but it was the first time she had heard him tell his story in its entirety.

Mo Bai's father was also an excellent dwarf blacksmith, and the forged weapons were very popular, Mo Bai studied with his father since he was a child and also became a blacksmith, and married a wife and had children, living a stable life.

Until one day, a giant dragon attacked their tribe and killed many innocent dwarves, including his father.

Three years later, he left the tribe and set out on a journey to find the dragon alone, he could not bear the fact that his father and his people were killed for no reason, and he wanted revenge, otherwise his heart would never be at peace.

For more than a hundred years, he had not found the dragon and had never returned to his hometown.

The race war is over, and the Nolan continent has ushered in a hundred years of peace, but he is still on the road to revenge.

Mo Bai raised his head and drank the beer in the cup in one gulp, his nose was red, and he said with a firm gaze: "That damn red dragon, I must kill him with my own hands!" ”

McGonagall filled his glass and looked at him silently, not convincing him to go home or let go of his hatred.

Mo Bai's choice may not be the best, but who has not experienced it, who is in a position to judge all this, if it were changed to McGonagall, he may make the same choice.

"Boss Mai, thank you for your hospitality, when I kill that red dragon one day, I will invite you to drink." Mo Bai, who was a little drunk, waved his hand at the door frame, and then walked slowly towards the blacksmith shop.

McGonagall watched him enter the door, and a cold wind blew, and he shrank his head and muttered, "It's cold, winter is coming." ”

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