"Well, it seems that Boss Mai really went on a long trip this time. I've been squatting at the door for a day, but I haven't seen him or the little boss."
"Although Boss Mai wrote a request for leave, I still feel so angry! If I were his boss, I would never grant the leave!"
"Five days! Oh my god, can I still survive until Boss Mai comes back!"
"Put down the sesame biscuits in your hand first before you speak."
At the entrance of Maimi's restaurant, a few scattered customers looked at the leave application notes posted on the door. They all looked downcast and full of disappointment.
"Let's all disperse. Boss Mai always says the same thing. He said he would come back in five days. Even if he comes back on the fourth day, it will definitely not open until the fifth day. I will go to an ice cream shop first to buy some ice cream to soothe my injured little heart. "Harrison looked hurt and got into the carriage, covering his heart.
"Boss, what should we do? Boss Mai is not at home, and we seem to be unable to eat the sacred meat buns."
Mond was holding a big bag and looked at Sargeras and asked with some confusion. Several other lava demons also had similar expressions.
Sargeras looked at the closed restaurant, wiped his bald head, and said loudly: "This, we still have to understand Boss Mai. In a few days, the third batch of warriors from the tribe will also arrive. We just have the opportunity to Take this opportunity to save more money so that you can entertain them with the most sumptuous Roujiamo feast."
"Then what shall we eat tonight?" Kil asked.
Sargeras thought for a while, waved his hand and said, "Let's go have chicken tonight."
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In the Aden Square, in a large blacksmith shop, the sturdy dwarf blacksmiths were wielding heavy hammers and forging weapons one after another, with warm temperatures and constant hammering sounds.
Cyril had two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears and was dozing on the table in the next room, unaffected by the noise at all.
At this moment, a young butler-looking person walked in quickly, stood at the table and said excitedly: "Master, the news from Dailan is that they don't even sell a single piece of clothing." In addition to the workers who organize the warehouse, they now also hire a dozen tailors to make clothes in the store at the same time, and they are paid double the wages. The wages of these tailors alone cost a lot of money in one day. , Dailan is now increasingly unable to make ends meet."
"What?" Cyril suddenly pulled out the cotton from his ears and stood up.
The butler looked excited and said: "Dailan is still losing money so far, and our blacksmith shop has taken on two big orders since you took over. As long as it can be completed on time, deducting wages, we can still earn at least one million." Copper coins, we will definitely win this profit competition!"
"Okay!" Cyril clapped his hands happily, paced around the room, and said to himself excitedly: "Gloria, let's see what you can fight with me for! The Morton family will always be mine. , when I succeed to the throne, I will expel your whole family from Malton Manor..."
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Mag felt that it would be difficult for him to become a saint in this life, because he still could not calmly talk about how to make a fish with someone who was madly dissing him a second ago and who was eager to step on his feet. Then touch his head like a life mentor and tell him that the future is yours.
So, when he finished saying those words and looked at Matthew whose face had just faded and turned rosy again, he felt much happier.
Matthew stared at Mag with a red face, his clenched fists were trembling. His posture was already low enough. Even when he begged the chef of Mobo Fish House to teach him how to cook fish, he still had this posture. Although ten years later he took back all the humiliation he had suffered.
But why did Mag reject him!
He was obviously just a little short of it. As long as he told him the secret, he would definitely be able to make fish that was more delicious than him and make the second prince fall in love with the fish he made again.
Mag looked at Matthew with green smoke rising above his head and smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I don't accept apprentices who are old and have no talent. If you don't mind, can you stand a little further away from the smoke? It will affect my meal a bit. "
Matthew gritted his teeth, looked at Mag and said coldly: "Hmph! Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. Don't bully the old and the poor. Today I will make a three-year agreement with you. Three years later, you and I will stay in Luo Let’s have a cooking showdown, just like cooking fish!”
"Uncle, please stop playing tricks like this on the protagonist. You obviously don't look like the protagonist at all. In three years, people may have forgotten your trick." Mag rubbed his eyebrows and looked speechless.
"I...I..." Matthew's face became redder and redder, as if he was about to breathe fire.
Mag said with a serious face: "I still suggest you make a chicken. Look at your temperament. You are like a close relative to a turkey. Maybe you can come up with a new inspiration and make the legendary chicken."
"I will wait for you in Luodu to fight in three years. If you don't come, I will tell the world that you are a chicken... Bah, you are not as good as a fish!" Matthew waved his hand, turned around and left.
"My advice is serious, you are really suitable to be a chicken." Mag did not forget to scream at Matthew's back.
When Matthew reached the door, he stumbled and almost fell. He stretched out his hand to hold the door frame to steady himself, and left with an angry look on his face.
Everyone in the restaurant looked at Mag with some unkind expressions. This guy from the City of Chaos was really hateful. He actually used this method to force Matthew away. It gave everyone an aura of sharing the same hatred and hatred. Be prepared to fight back.
But after Matthew left, Mag lost interest in other chefs and had a hearty dinner with Amy. Then the rich man packed up all his things and moved them back to the room, and then took Amy with him. Return to the residence arranged for them.
These things will be brought into the palace the day after tomorrow. With today's high-profile performance, McGonagall will not be able to protect him. Is it possible that some villain will use his brains? He is not ready to risk his life for fun this time. Naturally, he still has to do it. It's better to be careful.
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In the trees outside Maimi's Restaurant, a man in black whispered to Hughes, who was shrouded in black robes: "Captain, according to our investigation these days, the owner of this restaurant is about thirty years old, and he came here more than three years ago. Here, and he has a half-elf daughter about four years old, who is the most consistent person with Alex in our recent survey.”
"Where are the people?" Hughes tightened his grip on the magic wand under his robe.
"My subordinates have investigated. The owner of this restaurant and his daughter followed Ambassador Carol to Luodu this morning. The matter seems to be related to His Highness the Second Prince." The man in black said softly.
"Going to Luodu?" There was a bit of surprise in Hughes's voice. He was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "I will report this matter to His Highness the Second Prince. You guys should keep an eye on this restaurant. If anything happens, report it to him immediately." I'll report."
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forest of wind
The bright moon hangs high
A melodious flute sounded, and a snow-white deer ran out from the depths of the forest. A pair of crystal light wings appeared on its back, soared into the sky, and a galaxy appeared under its feet.
A beautiful woman quietly landed on the deer's back and disappeared from the sky in a blink of an eye.
