Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1597

MEG had a good dream.

There is everything in the dream.

Then the alarm goes off.

Reaching out to turn off the alarm clock, McGonagall glanced at the sleeping beauty in her arms, her mouth slightly tilted.

"Hum, I knew that my father must have been sleeping with my mother, but I didn't even sleep with Xiaomi." A soft voice rang out beside the bed.

McGonagall turned around a little stiffly. He looked at Amy, who was standing beside the bed with his hands holding his chest. He was slightly embarrassed and said with a smile: "Xiaomi, listen to me. Last night, we both drank too much, and then..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen

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"Anyway... Anyway... Without two strawberry ice cream, the baby would not be happy."

Amy turned her face, a little proud.

"Oh... In order to compensate my little princess, my father can only make a delicious breakfast for my little princess." MEG gently pulled out his slightly numb hand, got up, tucked in the corner, took a clean cook's suit, squatted down, pinched Amy's nose, and said with a smile, "come on, kiss my father."

"For a kiss, an ice cream." Amy took a furtive look at MEG and said with a proud face.

"Yes, here you are, but you can't have ice cream until noon and evening." MEG nodded with a smile.

"MUA --" Amy hugged Meg's neck, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said happily, "three ice cream!"

"Well, three, whatever you want." MEG grinned contentedly and rubbed Amy's hairy head. He got up and went out to the bathroom to change.

Last night

Maybe they underestimated the strength of rum and red wine. They were all drunk.

And then... Probably nothing happened.

Although lying in the same bed, there was no disheveled clothes.

However, he did not know how to change his pajamas.

"It's wrong to drink... It's wrong to drink..." McGonagall muttered regretfully as he brushed his teeth.

"Mother, are you awake?" Amy lay on the side of the bed, looking at Elena like a sleeping beauty, and asked softly.

Irina opened her eyes. Her clear blue eyes looked at Amy with a smile and said, "how does Xiaomi know I'm awake?"

"I just saw you smile." Amy said with a smile. She took off her shoes and went into the quilt. She consciously went into Elena's arms and closed her eyes comfortably. "I've driven my father away. Now it belongs to me. I'm going to have a night's sleep."

Irina put her smile around Amy and said, "don't you like your father better?"

"Who said that? I love both." Amy shook her head, then reached out and touched Elena's stomach, expecting to say, "will you give me a little sister to play with?"

"Little sister?" Irina's body slightly stiff, slightly strange expression, said: "millet want a little sister?"

"Well, I love my little sister." Amy nodded her head and said with regret, "Palmer's little sister, Chris, is very cute, but it's someone else's little sister. It's not very convenient to play."

"How can we say play? We should say play together." Irina couldn't help laughing.

"What's the point of having a little sister if it's not for fun?" Amy wondered.

"This... How do you feel a little familiar?" Irina thought about it, as if she had said the same thing when she was pregnant with Amy.

"For example, dress her up as a beautiful little princess, take her to fight bad guys, teach her to play with fire... Anyway, if you have a little sister, it will be super fun." Amy looked at Elena expectantly.

Looking at the little guy's expectant expression and pure eyes, Elena was hard to refuse.

But that guy is a piece of wood. If she got drunk last night, she really got drunk all night. Even if she wants to give Amy a baby sister, it's not something she can do alone.

What's more, with all kinds of things coming together, enemies all over the world, and evil spirits all over the world, she dare not allow herself to be pregnant for three years and enter the weak period again.

"If Xiaomi wants a little sister, he needs to wait for a while. When his mother's stomach grows, you will have a little sister." Irina said, looking at Amy with a smile.

"Is the stomach getting bigger?" Amy touched Elena's flat abdomen, stuck it to the front, and whispered, "little sister, you are growing up quickly. My sister is waiting for you outside."

"Gululu ~"

"Why! Mother, listen! She's responding to me! " Amy's eyes brightened, surprised.

"Er... Yes..."

……

It was just dawn, and there was a long line at the door of the restaurant, most of them middle-aged men.

"Drinking is a good idea for many men. Someone can push a cup in a high-end restaurant, or make a table with the wine from a small wine shop.

With a little hazy intoxication, the world will become gentle and lovely. " A middle-aged man who was intoxicated and smoked talked.

"Come on, you, madam said. If you don't go back today, you won't have to go back in the future." One side of the small Si helped him to shake the body to fall down, some helpless way.

"Who are you scaring! Who is the head of this family! I'm a good man. I'm... "

"Master, madam is the head of the family." The small Si reminds a way.

"I'm... I'm... I'm going back." The man shook the boy's hand and walked towards the carriage with light steps. After a few steps, he looked back at his companion and said, "Hey, help me to see if it's really old master Sim's handwriting and ask the boss to keep a bottle for me."

"Well, you go back quickly, or you won't even have money to drink next time." His companion said with a smile. Looking at his back, he said: "if it's really the handwriting of old master SIM, I can still leave it for you..."

15 years old! Old Simms! 1000 copper coins a cup!

This news was completely detonated in the small circle of rum in the city of chaos last night.

People who understand, the way of nature, what does this mean.

This is someone doing charity on the roadside with precious works of art!

More than 15 years of aging, in the FAK tribe, is only provided to the chief and a few noble people. Very few of them can flow out, and the probability of flowing to the chaotic city is even smaller.

But this time, someone sold the 15 year old rum brewed by the old SIMM master in the restaurant, and it was recognized by several well-known drinkers in the circle.

That's why we have these middle-aged men who come to the restaurant in the morning and wait in line to buy wine.

"I heard that there are many rules in this McMillan restaurant. They only sell breakfast in the morning. I don't know if we can buy wine this morning."

"We've been waiting in line for so long. When he opens a shop to do business, there's no reason why he doesn't sell it. Isn't that a sign for himself?"

"Yes, fifteen year old rum. Maybe it won't come next time. We'll let him sell us a glass of anything this morning."

People were talking at the door of the restaurant.