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

Chapter 1198

Looking at Connie wearing bra, McGonagall is stunned. There are Superman underpants in front of her, and now there are cat girl bra wearing them. Is he going to take the superhero route?

"What's the matter? Am I that beautiful? " Connie touched the lace and looked at McGonagall in surprise. Unexpectedly, McGonagall's reaction was so big after she changed her clothes.

"I said, this... This underwear, it should be worn inside, how did you wear it outside?" Said Meg, picking his eyebrows.

"In it? Why? " Connie looked puzzled and pulled the lace edge. "You see, what a beautiful pattern, isn't it better to wear it outside?"

"It's underwear, and its function is..." McGonagall's hand made a gesture in front of his chest, and felt it was not easy to describe. He simply said directly: "anyway, it's underwear. It's close to the body. You can't wear it outside to other people, especially men. It's not in line with etiquette."

"If it can't be seen, why is it so good-looking? It's a small flower and a hollow out embroidery. It's a pity that such a beautiful dress can't be appreciated. " Connie was still puzzled.

Meg said helplessly: "bra is exquisite and lovely. In addition to women's liking for beauty, part of the reason is to give her men appreciation on specific private occasions. This relationship is limited to lovers, absolutely no one will wear it out

"So it is." Connie thought about it, and then her eyes fell on MEG. Her eyes lit up. "I'll show you what I'll wear."

“？？？” MEG had a question mark on his face. Didn't the girl understand what he said?

"I don't have a lover, but I want someone to appreciate the appearance of this beautiful little dress on me. Then, please be my lover for a while." Connie said with a simple face.

"No way." McGonagall flatly refused.

Although he doesn't mind watching a rough underwear show, he doesn't know when Gina will go back to the restaurant, and whether Amy, who has a class next door, will run back to play for a while during recess. If this kind of thing is hit, it's hard to explain clearly.

"In addition, the strap at the back of this small dress has a hidden buckle, and direct binding will damage the elasticity of the shoulder strap." McGonagall took a look at the strap that Connie had tied casually behind her. The system gave bra a detailed description of how to wear it!

"But..."

"If you are not well dressed, you will be dismissed directly." Meg's cold face.

Connie shut up and go upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Connie came downstairs with a frustrated face, holding the black bra in her hand, and faltered, "I can't make them buckle together. Can you teach me?"

McGonagall looked at Connie and felt that he had been completely defeated by her stupidity. He reached for the black bra and had no choice but to teach by hand.

"Look, first put your hands through the shoulder strap, and then straighten the bra's position to make it fit your body curve completely. Then put your hands behind you, grasp a strap respectively, feel the position of the buckle with your fingers, and fasten the buckle, and a bra will be put on. Do you understand? " McGonagall asked, looking at Connie.

Connie nodded, looked at McGonagall in her black underwear and said curiously, "but why are you so skilled?"

"If you untie too much, you will be bound naturally." McGonagall unties bra with one hand, and the clouds are light.

After McGonagall's drowning, Connie takes bra upstairs again, and finally

"Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's voice came from upstairs.

"What's the matter?" MEG went upstairs with a loveless face.

The bathroom door is half open, revealing a beautiful back as bright and clean as jade, white skin, beautiful lines slowly shrink down, to the waist, it is less than a grasp.

McGonagall couldn't prevent it for a moment, so he took a serious look at it.

"My hands seem too short to buckle up..." Connie looked back at MEG in embarrassment. Her arms went up and down, back to back, holding on to the strap, back and forth, almost.

"It's hard for you." McGonagall sighed, reached out to help her pull the two shoulder straps, buttoned them directly, and closed the bathroom door for her with a snap. What year is this sand sculpture?

After a series of twists and turns, Connie finally put on her work clothes correctly and stood in front of MEG with high spirits.

It's so comfortable to wear. It's completely isolated from the cold. Even if it's a little hot indoors, Connie can't bear to take it off.

McGonagall looked at Connie. The sky blue suit fits her perfectly. There are two dark lines on her arms and trouser lines, which make the suit look more three-dimensional.

And Connie's excellent figure curve, and a bit of elegance and noble temperament when she is serious also make her take away suit feel like a high set.

Of course, this is based on the premise that she does not speak.

Now the outdoor temperature is below minus 10 degrees, so McGonagall asked the system to add a layer of top-level down in the jacket. Although it is light, it is very warm. It has the advantages of both the jacket and the down jacket, so it can not be afraid of cold wind and cold.

Behind her, there are three big words: "are you full?"

Yes, this is the take away brand that McGonagall founded in the world.

The service tenet is: are you full? No, I'm sending you some!

Based on the fact that there is no telephone, no Internet and poor real-time interaction in this world, McGonagall has no expansion plan for the time being.

Even he didn't even think about how to develop his first take out business. He can't let the guests order, and then he has a delivery man to follow him home?

"Come on, let's practice driving with me." MEG took a dark blue hard hat from the counter and put it on Connie's head. Then he went to the door.

Connie's whole head is jammed in by a fully wrapped safety helmet. The goggles with a strong sense of technology can provide her with a 270 ° wide angle of view. There is a small screen on the top right, which is currently in a black screen state.

"Wow, that's cool." Connie followed McGonagall, looking left and right in amazement, then banged into the door.

McGonagall looked back at Connie, who came out of the door in a hurry like an alien. He suddenly hesitated whether to teach her how to drive. If he put it on the road, it would be a killer.

"Bicycles... Should be ok?" McGonagall looked at the scientifically refitted delivery bicycle in front of him, with a full shock absorption body, a front basket several times enlarged, and a rear seat with double delivery boxes, which was far more powerful than the ordinary delivery boy's electric car.

"What is this?" Connie came over a little pompous and asked curiously.