Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

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Amy looked at Mag anxiously. How could my father say such a thing? If Irina's sister is unhappy, what should I do? Bookmark this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

There was a bit of playfulness in Irina's eyes, and there was a faint sense of danger behind her smile.

Mag felt a cold breath coming towards him, and wished to give himself a big mouth, and jumped into such an obvious pit, and forced a smile: "No, I'm not dissatisfied with the princess, Her Royal Highness has a noble status. , but treat Amy so well, I am naturally very happy. I am dissatisfied with myself, I want Her Royal Highness to take care of Amy, but I am a big man holding an ugly duckling."

"Really?" Irina looked into Mag's eyes.

"Of course." Mag nodded resolutely, his eyes were firm, without any wavering.

"Alex will never lie to me. Although he feels that he has changed a little, he probably won't lie to me." Irina looked back, hugged Amy and walked towards the entrance of the alley, " Eat, I'm hungry."

"Huh..." Mag breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had taken his foot back from the gate of hell.

"Come on, Father!" Amy said silently to Mag, clenching her fists to encourage him.

Mag nodded, cleaned up his mood, and followed quickly with the ugly duckling in his arms. Even if it was to create a stalwart image of his father in front of Amy, he must not be cowardly!

Out of the alley, a bustling wide street appeared in front of the three of them.

On both sides of the street are two or three-story European-style buildings, with gray and yellow as the main color, round stone columns, and simple line style, and restaurants are located on both sides of the street.

There are also small stalls along the street, chefs from all over the world show their skills, and the bustling crowd walks through the stalls and restaurants, which is very lively.

There are all kinds of delicious smells in the air, like a river of delicious food.

"It's not weaker than a modern commercial food street." Mag looked at the bustling crowd and couldn't help admiring in his heart.

However, there is a clear difference between the customers who linger in those street stalls and the customers who go to those high-end restaurants.

The customers of the street stalls are obviously dressed in a lot of shabby clothes. It seems that most of them are ordinary civilians, and it is rare to see people in gorgeous clothes.

Most of the guests who entered and exited the restaurant were dressed gorgeously and were picked up by horse-drawn carriages, which could be described as distinct.

The location of the restaurant determines the crowd of guests, and McGonagall doesn't have much resentment or cynical thoughts about this point. After all, the threshold for eating at Mamy's restaurant is definitely higher than that of the restaurant on the street.

However, almost the entire street was like this, and there was even a blatant sign on the door of the restaurant that no civilians were allowed to enter, which still made him frown.

The political system of the Ross Empire is similar to that of the Middle Ages in England, but after the establishment of the Ross Empire, the king of the Ross Empire implemented a centralized policy. The nobles enjoyed the right to use the territory, but did not own it. This is similar to the Sui and Tang Dynasties in China national system.

This approach allowed the king's power to be highly centralized, with the right to coordinate the entire empire, and to ensure that his policies and orders could be perfectly implemented.

However, the problems of the feudal system are almost the same. Although the nobles do not have the ownership of the fief, they are still the upper class of the Ross Empire. They have many privileges and there is no equality at all with the common people.

The blatant prohibition of civilians at the entrance of the restaurant is just a corner of this feudal empire. In the eyes of those nobles, civilians are just inferior existences that can be killed or killed.

"Such a signboard should be torn off and pasted on the boss's face to relieve people's anger." McGonagall looked at the conspicuous notice posted on the door of a barbecue restaurant called Cary, and clenched his fist.

Compared with this city, he still prefers the city of chaos, at least it makes people feel the hope of equality.

"What to eat?" Irina looked at Mag and asked casually.

"I think..." Mag withdrew his gaze and looked around seriously.

"Just this barbecue restaurant." Irina hugged Amy and walked towards the barbecue restaurant next to her.

"..." Mag looked at Irina's back. This woman didn't need his answer at all. She took two quick steps to follow, pointed to the notice hanging on the door and shrugged: "I'm a commoner, not a nobleman." .”

"Although I also hate the title of nobleman, as long as you stand by my side, you are very expensive." Irina stopped and looked at Mag.

"This feeling of being taken care of...is really good!" Mag raised his eyebrows, his eyes gradually widened.

Trying to restrain his urge to eat soft food, Mag shook his head firmly, "I don't want to be a nobleman, but my restaurant should be more expensive than theirs, but I never restrict who can eat."

"Stabbed."

Irina stared at Mag for a while, then reached out and tore off the notice on the door, and threw it aside, "Is it okay now?"

"I'm a little flustered by this pet..." Mag glanced at the notice on the ground, and then at the frank Irina, not knowing what to say for a while.

Irina's act of tearing up the notice at the door of Kerry's barbecue restaurant immediately attracted the attention of many people.

The beautiful and holy Irina is amazing, and the half-elf girl in her arms is cute and cute, like a pair of beauties, standing there, people can't take their eyes off.

And everyone followed the gazes of Irina and the little half-elf girl to look at Mag, who was standing aside holding the ugly duckling, and their gazes suddenly became a little weird.

"At first glance, it looks like a little boy who stepped on dog shit luck, a big man, actually holding a kitten!"

"That's right, look at how cute and juicy that little girl is. If he hadn't found a beautiful wife, would he have been born?"

"Yes, what a flower, stuck in cow dung!"

Hearing those sour words, Mag felt inexplicably refreshed, just like in his previous life watching those black fans keep swiping on his Weibo: 'If you don't have a good father, what kind of onion are you! ’ ‘If it weren’t for your good reincarnation skills, which internet celebrity would like you! ’ ‘If it weren’t for…’

Thinking about it this way, I really miss it.

He just likes the feeling of sourness and envy that everyone looks at him unhappy, but he still has to watch from the side.

Reincarnation is a craft, so how can you blame him.

Seeing how good his workmanship is, he voted twice and both were top picks.

unsolvable.

"Who is so bold, dare to tear up the notice of my Kari BBQ restaurant?" Just then, a mid-air voice sounded, and a tall and strong man in a white chef's uniform rushed out of the door with a kitchen knife .