After the busy evening business ended, the girls all returned to the dormitory. Mag, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and Garland standing outside the door.
He remembered that these two people had already had dinner and were waiting outside the door, surely to wait for him.
These two were just ordinary people, so Mag didn't rush to close the door.
"Hello boss, can I talk to you?" Garland stepped forward and looked at Mag with a smile, "I am Garland, the editor-in-chief of Whole Food Magazine. I tasted the food you cooked today and it was amazing. , I really want to communicate with you.”
"Shiquanshimei?" Mag frowned slightly. He had some impressions of this magazine. He had browsed through the top-ranked magazines in Nolan Continent before, and Shiquanshimei was among them.
What impressed him most about Shiquanshimei was not the magazine itself, but the fact that there was a gourmet named Milo in it. He was good at satirical literature and dissed major businesses with his poisonous tongue, which made him look quite special in every food article. of.
Of course, it mainly reminds Mag of herself back then...
What a shameful past.
However, compared to him, this little brother's skill is still slightly inferior.
The wording is obviously a bit constrained, not at the level of freedom, not free and easy enough... Anyway, it's just not as enjoyable as what he sprayed.
And he also thought that if he had a chance to meet him, he would have to give him a few words to let him relax a little. After all, most of the chefs were cautious, and they might be cursed to another world if they were not careful.
After all, not everyone is a child of luck like him. Traveling to another world, harvesting a cute baby, and assigning a wife to him is something that only he can do.
"Wait, Milo?" Mag glanced at the tall, middle-aged man with a square face standing aside. When he entered the door earlier, his message popped up on the psychic door. His name was Milo. Could it be that he is that one? Little brother?
"Hello, I'm Milo, a gourmet." When Milo saw Mag looking at him, he had no choice but to say hello, carefully observing the changes in Mag's expression.
It’s no secret that he has always had a bad reputation among restaurant people.
"Hello, I'm Mag. Nice to meet you." Mag nodded with a smile, feeling as if he was familiar with seeing someone in the same field.
He is very happy that there are people in this world who can earn money while holding a keyboard. This is such an inclusive world.
"Thank you." Milo was a little flattered and muttered to himself. It was really surprising that there was a restaurant owner who liked him.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Mag asked, looking at the two of them. The two little guys were still waiting for him to tell them stories to coax them to sleep, so he didn't plan to welcome them in.
Garland was also aware of Mag's hard work and said straight to the point: "You may not know that, with the promotion of several peer magazines, Maimi's Restaurant and several of the delicacies you created have been loved by readers all over the world. Milo and I After tasting it, I was impressed by your cooking skills. I hope to have the opportunity to listen to you tell the stories behind these delicacies in my free time. I think this is what readers want to know.”
"Is my influence already that great?" Mag looked at Garland with some surprise. He knew that some of the restaurant's regular customers were gourmets, one of whom was Randy, who had just recently fallen in love with a rich woman. But he didn't expect that what they wrote The article has actually expanded the influence of Maimi's Restaurant to all parts of Nolan Continent.
"Yes, no one can resist the charm of delicious food. Your Maimi Restaurant has been regarded as a holy place in the hearts of many people." Milo nodded. Although he had always scorned such so-called holy places, this time, he I quite agree that Maimi’s Restaurant can be promoted as a holy place.
Mag looked at the two of them, his mind spinning rapidly. Influence means traffic, and traffic to him means fans who may be able to convert.
"In that case, let's talk about it after business closes tomorrow morning. It's a bit late today and the child is going to bed." Mag said with a smile.
"Okay, I won't disturb your rest, see you tomorrow." Garland smiled quickly, watched the restaurant door slowly closing, and then gave Milo a high-five.
"You can eat as much as you want tomorrow, and we've saved enough funds. This time, we've come to the right place." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.
"Hehe, I won't be polite." Milo chuckled. He has always been good at taking advantage of wealthy people.
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"Father, where is mother? Isn't she coming back to sleep today?" Amy asked, holding the sleeping ugly duckling in her arms, sitting on the high stool behind the counter, swaying her short legs.
Annie stood aside and looked at Mag as well.
"She may be busy with other things today and will go home late. How about Xiaomi and Annie going to bed first?" Mag said with a smile.
"Ang, okay." Amy nodded obediently and slipped off the high stool.
"Let's go upstairs." Mag took the two little guys upstairs and arranged for them to wash up by themselves. After the two little guys changed into their pajamas and lay on the bed, she began to tell them a bedtime story.
"What kind of story do you want to hear today?" Mag asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the two little guys with expectant eyes.
"I want to hear the story of the prince and princess." Amy raised her hand.
Anne nodded.
"At such a young age, I know how to look at princes and princesses. This is not good." Mag touched his chin. Princes in fairy tales are mostly arrogant and lewd guys.
For example, the prince who plotted evil against the unconscious Snow White, or the prince who wanted to look for Cinderella all over the world with his boots, and the prince who was blind and ignorant of mermaids and was even worse than Hong Shixian...
The two little girls must be given the correct outlook on life at an appropriate age, and they must not be allowed to indulge in such unequal stories.
"Today we are not going to tell the story of the prince and the princess. How about we tell the story of the pony crossing the river." Mag said with a smile.
"Okay." Amy nodded and immediately asked curiously: "Why does the pony want to cross the river?"
"This starts from a stable. There lived a mare and a beautiful pony in this stable. One day, the mare said to the pony: 'You have grown up, you can help mother do something. Is it something? The pony jumped up and down and said: Why not? I am very willing to help you.' The mare..."
McGonagall told this entertaining and educational story in a gentle voice, and the two little guys listened very carefully.
"The pony crossed the river, and it turned out that the river was neither as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said." Mag ended the story.
But the two little guys still stared at her, without any pajamas.
The silence lasted for a while.
"Then what?" Amy couldn't help asking.
"Just... the pony crossed the river." Mag replied subconsciously.
"So the pony just crossed a river and turned into a story, and then wanted to trick us into sleeping?" Amy blinked.
"Forehead……"
Mag pondered, and found that it was getting harder and harder to take care of the little guy now, so he had no choice but to imitate the tone of a primary school teacher and said: "So, what does this story tell us?"
"You must learn to swim, so that crossing the river will not become a story to trick children into sleeping." Amy said seriously.
