Mag was very satisfied with the railings and green plants. If the table in Chapter 32 were just spread out, it would look a bit like a food stall, which would make him less confident when writing prices for dishes.
But after the hollow wooden railings were installed, they not only did not block the view, but also added a bit of petty bourgeoisie flavor, which was worthy of the price.
"Boss Mai, who did you hire to do this shop? I heard a clanking sound, so I came over and took a look and it was done. I didn't even see anyone. Isn't it very efficient?" Mag held hands with Ai. Mi's little hand was about to enter the door when Mo Bai walked out of the blacksmith shop nearby and looked at Mag with curiosity and asked.
Mag stopped, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile: "A decoration master I met before, because he was in a hurry, so he left after finishing it. He is a magician, the kind who does not do his job properly, but his efficiency is still good."
"Host, this system is sternly warning you! This system is extremely professional!" The system's angry roar sounded in Mag's mind, but Mag ignored it.
"It turns out he is a magician, no wonder." Mo Bai nodded clearly, looked at the expanded restaurant again, looked at Mag with a smile and said: "Boss Mai, your store has doubled. From now on, Will it be easier to eat?"
"It may not be possible to double the number of people we received in a short period of time, but queuing up should be easier." Mag nodded with a smile, and Mo Bai was embarrassed. Although he lived next door, he was busy working on iron every day, waiting for When I come out after finishing my work, the queue has already stretched so far that I often can’t get anything to eat.
"That's good. Now I really miss the days when there were only three or two customers in the store. It's not like now that if you want to have a meal, you have to keep an eye on the queue in advance. If you don't pay attention, you will pass." Mo Bai sighed. .
"Good things are always worth looking forward to, right?" Mag smiled.
"Yeah, it's nothing to queue up in order to eat the delicacies cooked by Boss Mai." Mo Bai also smiled and nodded, looked around, came forward, and discussed in a low voice: "That... Boss Mai , I'm a bit addicted to alcohol, can you give me a glass of beer, just one glass is enough, nothing else."
"Boss Mo Bai hasn't eaten yet, right?" Mag asked.
"Ah? Well, I just finished my work and haven't eaten yet." Mo Bai was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"We haven't eaten yet. Why don't we come in for dinner and have a drink together? I also have to thank Boss Mo Bai for selling the store to me. The first customer this time is you." McGra opened the restaurant and looked at Mo Bai with a smile. Bai invited.
"Okay, you're welcome then." Mo Bai looked at Mag and laughed heartily.
"Meow meow~~"
As soon as the door opened, the ugly duckling rushed out, jumped directly into Amy's arms, and screamed softly like a baby, with a look of grievance in his big eyes.
"Okay, I get it. I will take you there next time, but from today on, you must reduce your food intake by half, otherwise I think you will definitely become a fat orange that cannot fly in the future." Amy hugged The ugly duckling walked in and said seriously.
"Meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy pitifully.
"It's no use begging me, I've already decided." Amy turned her head and showed no intention of changing her mind. She looked at the restaurant with curiosity, playing with the hydroponic green plants grown in transparent glass bottles from time to time. The hemp rope is hung on the wooden railing, which is simple yet elegant.
Mag went upstairs and changed into chef clothes, tied on her apron and walked towards the kitchen.
The door opened, and a long professional kitchen was revealed in front of Mag.
After the store expanded, the area of the kitchen more than doubled. The original single kitchen became a bit crowded after stuffing various kitchen utensils, a large refrigerator, and a large water tank, especially with several woks working at the same time. When you want to grill skewers and stew braised chicken, you feel like you are surrounded by kitchen utensils.
But now there are sharp and bright knives hanging on the knife holder on the wall, the grill is placed in the corner, four woks are lined up, and various kitchen utensils are placed in categories, and they are all arranged according to Mag The habit of placing it makes him feel very comfortable.
In addition to horizontal expansion, the system also apparently increased the width of the kitchen by about half a meter. This way, even if there are four chefs cooking at the same time, the kitchen will not look crowded and leaves more space for more kitchen utensils. .
Of course, what caught Mag's attention the most was the yellow clay oven next to the grill. It was exactly the same style as the wall-mounted oven he used when he practiced making roast duck in the God of Cooking Trial Ground.
"This customization is really spiritual." Mag walked to the oven and looked at it for a while, then nodded with satisfaction. There is probably no designer in the world who can understand what he wants like the system, and It often exceeds his expectations.
A large plate of grilled beef skewers, a large medium-spicy spicy grilled fish, and bubbling beer in a large beer mug. Mag and Mo Bai drank happily and chatted a lot.
Mo Bai was the first guest in the restaurant, a neighbor, and the first friend Mag made in this world.
Regarding this dwarf blacksmith who was determined to kill the dragon, Mag had heard him tell some past events intermittently, but this was the first time he heard him tell his complete story.
Mo Bai's father was also an outstanding dwarf blacksmith, and the weapons he forged were very popular. Mo Bai learned from his father since he was a child and also became a blacksmith, married a wife, had children, and lived 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 embarked on a journey to find the giant dragon alone. He could not bear the fact that his father and his tribe were killed for no reason. He wanted revenge, otherwise his heart would never be at peace.
It has been more than a hundred years since he left, but he has not found the dragon and has never returned to his hometown.
The race war is over, and Nolan has ushered in a century 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 big rosacea nose was red, and he said with firm eyes: "That damn red dragon, I must kill him with my own hands!"
Mag refilled his glass and looked at him silently. He did not advise him to go home or let go of his hatred.
Mo Bai's choice may not be the best, but who has the right to judge all this if he has not experienced it. If it were Mag, he would probably make the same choice.
"Boss Mai, thank you for your hospitality. When I kill that red dragon one day, I'll treat you to a drink." Mo Bai, who was a little staggering from drinking, waved his hand at the door frame, and then wandered towards the blacksmith shop. go.
Mag watched him enter the door, and a gust of cold wind blew. He shrank his head and muttered: "It's getting cold, winter is coming."
