Chapter 910 Winter Is Coming

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The addition of the railings and green plants made Mag very satisfied. If only the thirty-two tables were laid out flat, it would look a bit like a food stall, which would make him less confident when writing prices for the dishes.

But after the hollowed-out wooden railings are installed, they don't block the line of sight, but also add a bit of bourgeois taste, which is worthy of the price.

"Boss Mai, who did you hire to build this shop? I heard a jingle, and I came here to take a look and it was done. I didn't even see a person, so the efficiency is too high?" Mag led Ai. Mi's little hand was about to enter the door when Mo Bai came out from the blacksmith's shop beside him, looked at Mag curiously 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 making it. He is a magician, the kind of idler, but the efficiency is indeed acceptable."

"Host, this system is sternly warning you! This system is super professional!" The system's angry roar sounded in Mag's mind, but Mag directly ignored it.

"It turned out to be 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 in size. Wouldn't it be easier to eat?"

"It may not be possible to double the number of receptions in a short period of time, but queuing should be easier." Mag nodded with a smile. When I came out after work, the queue was already far away, and I often couldn't 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 watch the line in advance. If you don't pay attention, you will pass." Mo Bai sighed. .

"Beautiful things are always worth looking forward to, aren't they?" Mag smiled.

"Yeah, what's the point of queuing in order to eat the delicious food made by Boss Mai?" Mo Bai also nodded with a smile, looked around, leaned forward, and discussed in a low voice: "That...Boss Mai , I'm getting a bit addicted to alcohol, can you give me a glass of beer, as long as one glass is enough, nothing else is needed."

"Boss Mobai hasn't eaten yet, right?" Mag asked.

"Huh? Well, I just finished my work and haven't eaten yet." Mo Bai froze for a moment, then nodded.

"It just so happens that we haven't eaten yet, why don't we come in for dinner and have a drink together, and I have to thank Boss Mobai for selling the store to me. You are the first customer this time." McGrath opened the restaurant and looked at Mo Bai with a smile. Bai invited.

"Okay, then I won't be polite." Mo Bai looked at Mag and smiled heartily.

"Meow meow"

As soon as the door opened, the ugly duckling rushed out and threw itself into Amy's arms, screaming softly like a baby, with big eyes full of grievances.

"Okay, I get it, I'll take you there next time, but from today onwards your appetite must be halved, otherwise I think you will definitely become a fat orange that can't fly." Amy hugged Watching the ugly duckling enter the door, he said seriously.

"Meow" the ugly duckling looked at Amy pitifully.

"It's no use begging me, I've already made up my mind." Amy turned her head and didn't mean to change her mind. She looked at the restaurant curiously, playing with the hydroponic green plants grown in transparent glass bottles from time to time, using Hemp rope is hung on the wooden railing, simple yet elegant.

Mag went upstairs and changed into a chef's uniform, and walked towards the kitchen while wearing an apron.

The door was pushed open, and a long professional kitchen was displayed in front of Mag.

After the expansion of the storefront, the area of ​​the kitchen has also more than doubled. The original one-person kitchen has become a bit crowded after stuffing various kitchen utensils, a large refrigerator, and a large water tank, especially when several frying pans are working at the same time. When you want to combine grilled skewers and braised yellow chicken, you will feel surrounded by kitchen utensils.

But now there are sharp and bright knives hanging on the knife rack on the wall, the grill is placed in the corner, four frying pans are lined up, and various kitchen utensils are placed in different categories, and they are all arranged according to the order of Mag. Putting it in his habit makes him feel very comfortable.

In addition to the horizontal expansion, the system obviously increases the width of the kitchen by about half a meter. This kind of kitchen will not appear crowded even if there are four chefs cooking at the same time, and it will leave more space for more kitchen utensils .

Of course, what attracted Mag's attention the most was the oven made of yellow mud next to the grill, which was exactly the same as the wall-hung oven he used when he practiced roast duck in the God of Cooking Proving 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 this world who can understand what he wants like the system, and It often exceeds his expectations.

A large plate of grilled beef kebabs, a large portion of medium-spicy spicy grilled fish, and beer bubbling in large beer mugs. Mag and Mobai drank happily and chatted a lot.

Mo Bai was the first guest of the restaurant, and also a neighbor, and also the first friend Mag met in this world.

For the dwarf blacksmith who was determined to kill the dragon, McGonagall heard some past stories from him intermittently, but this was the first time he heard him tell his story completely.

Mo Bai's father was also an excellent dwarf blacksmith, and his forged weapons were very popular. Mo Bai studied with his father since he was a child and became a blacksmith as well. He married a wife and had children, leading 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 couldn't 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.

For more than a hundred years, he has not found the giant dragon, and he has 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 of revenge.

Mo Bai raised his head and drank the beer in the glass in one gulp. His nose was red with distiller's lees, and he said firmly, "That damned red dragon, I must kill him with my own hands!"

Mag refilled his wine glass and looked at him silently, not persuading him to go home and have a look, nor persuading him to let go of his hatred.

Mobai's choice may not be the best, but people who have not experienced it, what qualifications do they have to judge all of this? If it were Mag, he might make the same choice.

"Boss Mai, thank you for your hospitality. When I kill the red dragon, I will buy you a drink." Mo Bai, who was drinking a little, waved his hand at the door frame, and then walked towards the blacksmith's shop. go.

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

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