[Western Fantasy] Magic Chef

Moore wanted to beat the old master away, but at this time, it had been a long time since he taught him last time.

"Why are you here, hurry up," Moore was suddenly pulled into a dream, and Adair outside probably couldn't forgive him, or had already been subjected to this or that, Moore lay down at Stanley's feet, "Your apprentice The counterattack is hopeless!" Moore really wanted to cry at this time.

Stanley said triumphantly: "It's okay, I just came in when I heard you said, don't move you," Moore wanted to gag him, it was too shameful.

"Don't be ashamed, send me out!" Moore hopped his feet, and when the apprentice was intimate with others, he actually surrounded him. If he saw everything, Moore would really be ashamed to face others.

Stanley straightened his back, "I can't go out, I can't send my apprentice out." He leaned over, "What do you think?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Never stop!

Adair frowned, looking at the sleeping Moore, with a vivid expression on his face, as if he was dreaming. For the understanding of the dream, Adair really wanted to drag him out of the dream, so he could not sleep all night.

Before Moore woke up, Adair prepared breakfast, hot steamed buns, and pickles. Adair brought the food that Moore had prepared a long time ago, and she was even more sure in her heart that she would take precautions next time they got together.

After Adair left, Moore opened his eyes, and Grandpa Stanley came out of his body in a white robe. His golden transparent body surrounded Moore bohemianly.

Damn, I can’t even say goodbye, just don’t let him go, Stanley is a good teacher, he has done what he has experienced before, ten kitchen knives can do a lot of tricks, Moore wants to learn kitchen knife skills, his level is four Kitchen knife, all he has to do is control four kitchen knives.

"Don't be angry, I'll give you something good!" Taking out four solid kitchen knives from behind, they are small and exquisite, and they look sharp. Moore took them suspiciously, "What's the use? I have a kitchen knife," Stanley said handsomely Carefully stroking his beard, "After you passed my postgraduate entrance examination, I made it specially for you. I can count on you for the kitchen knife skills!"

"Shouldn't you kneel down and shout thank you Patriarch?" Stanley felt that it didn't match his imagination, and the heroes he knew were different.

Moore said helplessly: "You think too much, since you appeared, I feel that it is different from what I imagined, and the image of an expert is gone!"

Moore saw more and more people coming and going outside the window, and hurriedly ate the food on the table, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, I'm going to prepare breakfast," Moore opened the curtains, let Vivier out of the window, and came Downstairs kitchen.

Seeing Stanley, Vivier stood up and blinked. Stanley suppressed his impulse. He shouldn't have grown vegetables in the first place. Such cute vegetables are simply tempting himself again.

Stanley returns to transparency and observes the little apprentice.

Vivier was hesitant to say or not, and he didn't ask if he had seen the master.

Moore brought the prepared potatoes, peeled them in the magic circle, controlled a few kitchen knives, cut them into shreds, soaked them in the basin, let Vivier jump in, and washed the shredded potatoes.

He had to prepare the ingredients for today. The fillings for the buns were mushroom shoots and celery pork. The paste made of potato starch would also be served later.

Doorway

Moore opened the drawer, and the smell of steamed buns wafted out, "Special breakfast steamed stuffed buns, with vegetarian and meat fillings, the price is affordable, first order [-] to give away mushy intestines!"

A mercenary smelled the aroma and couldn't help but said, "Boss, here are five meats first!"

He fanned the scent and cut a bun, "Try it for free, taste it first and then decide," after tasting it with the mentality of giving it a try, they all chose to go in. When they saw the store, they all had a great impression of Moore Canteen Good impression, the elves chose to go to the backyard, and the relationship between the dwarves and the elves is very good.

The mercenary group that went out in the morning was also attracted by the smell when passing by, and it didn't take time to eat a few buns.

It is very comfortable to drink in the paste to lubricate the intestines, and the taste is also good, the taste of tomatoes, there are side dishes on the table, a plate of pickles.There is also a menu on the table, leisurely people will choose to pick it up and look at it, attracted by the colorful paintings on it.

An elf ordered desserts. At this time, Moore turned on the constant temperature magic circle. At this time, the guests discovered the usefulness of the magic circle on the table. Cold drinks and desserts were placed on top of the dessert without turning into water.

I have a very high opinion of Moore Canteen in my heart.

"Boss, we are from Whiteler Firm, and we hope to cooperate with you," the young man in a dark blue robe approached Moore.

Moore smiled and said, "Cooperation? Please be specific, we need to have a good talk, and Vivier will help me see what the guests need, and you will do it first."

Moore led the visitors to a small compartment, half open, and served a special drink: scented tea.

Samla touched the transparent cup, and the flowers inside were completely unfolded, as if in full bloom, "I believe that the food from your store can earn more gold coins through the business, such as this!" Pointing to the cup, he said.

"Of course I believe in the ability of Whiteler Firm, the number one firm in mainland China, but I just opened a store, am I too anxious?" Of course Qian Moore agrees, but it is easy for the firm to take the lead and he loses control.

"I think we'll talk about it in two months, and I'll definitely agree." Moore got up, "I've asked you what you want to eat. You should understand what I mean."

Moore stood at the counter, and Moore delivered the leaves from the magic vine spirit to the vine according to the order. There were more than [-] tables in the store, all of which were full of people.

The environment here is good, and chatting with friends couldn’t be better. Moore put pens and paper on the table from the beginning, and Moore will fully consider the opinions of guests. The semi-open compartment is equipped with a soundproof magic circle, so that they can Talk freely without fear of being found out.

The magic vines play a huge role in Moore's cafeteria. They are used for ordering, delivering dishes, and welcoming guests. Sometimes they are used in cooking. They are really capable. Moore has a better idea.

The elves who come to have afternoon tea specially, Moore has developed a takeaway business. The magic vine spirits are all over the Emerald City, and delivering lunch boxes is not a problem. Moore seems to have found the feeling of Taobao. He thinks that the magic vine spirits should have more functions.

Being able to transmit the words on the leaves, and wherever there are magic vines, Moore felt that for his own business, he should go to the City Lord's Mansion.

In the city lord's mansion, Moore walked through the fluorescent flowers and saw Wei Shuning who was handling official business, "Excuse me, I have a new idea, I don't know if it is feasible."

He stopped, "I will listen to everything you say, isn't it my responsibility?" With a friendly atmosphere, Moore sat down and handed out a lunch box containing vegetarian dishes.

"I want to set up a network of magic vines in the Emerald City. If the guests have anything to write down on paper, the magic vines will pass it on, and then the food in the store will be passed on. This will make it more convenient for the guests.

In the same way, it is conceivable that the mercenary group in the wild needs food, so it can be the same, I believe many people will be interested," Moore handed a booklet to Wei Shuning.

Randomly turned a few times, "Genius idea!"

Moore then explained: "There are very few people who can make food tempting. I am a member of the Magic Kitchen Association. I believe you have heard of the Magic Kitchen Association. Do you think it is more feasible?" Moore looked at Vesuning's hair, the green was full of vitality, which calmed Moore's nervous heart.

"You convinced me, but I still have to discuss with other people, and I will inform you when the time comes."

Moore said: "To achieve this, the support of the elves is indispensable. There are still many issues that have not been fully thought out. If you think it is feasible, we can discuss the details first. Only when you talk about the meeting, we will be more confident in convincing others. Do you say so?"

The City Lord's Mansion has no walls. The elves' affinity for plants and the walls raised by the magic vines have clearly divided the City Lord's Mansion. "It is indeed feasible. Let's talk about it in detail."

"First of all, I believe in you. Adair's vision is unmistakable. How do you ensure that your creativity will not be imitated? Secondly, how do you persuade the magic vines to be everywhere? And how do you make the magic vines obey?"

After Moore heard it, he replied: "What you said is not a problem. Please allow me to say it with an optimistic attitude. The magic vine elves are also elves. With you, I believe they will consider helping.

The magic vine elves have spiritual intelligence, and they can communicate with them. We can discuss what they need, and we treat them equally, just like the boss pays the wages of the employers, and they can come to work if they are interested.

As for imitation, your existence is the guarantee, what do you think of me? Moore asked, and Adair looked at him with a different look from Continental, another style, "I promise I can't find another one!" ’ They looked at each other and smiled.

"We are not forcing them. Everything is negotiable. I believe they will be happy. As for the magic vines everywhere, we can set aside a special place for the magic vines on the side of the street. It is not a big deal.

We can set up magic vines in mid-air. The weather is hot and it can just block the sun. Plants like sunlight. I believe it will not be a problem, and it will not be difficult to get them to agree.

My collaborators are elves, and your virtues, I believe all races are convinced. "

Wei Shuning presented a bouquet of flowers, "Thank you for your compliments. This is a flower that symbolizes the friendship of elves. I accept it. The meeting will be arranged in the morning of the day after tomorrow. I hope it will be successful."

He laughed and the flowers turned pale. Three hours later, Moore took out the leaves, "This is the menu in our cafeteria. I hope you come to taste it often. I will reserve a good seat for you!"

Wei Xuning kept marveling at Moore all afternoon, genius idea, high feasibility, he was thinking about various issues in his mind, and couldn't wait to discuss with his sister.

Moore touched his excited face, how he was doing today, recalled what he said, really wanted to applaud himself, jumped up suddenly, yelled, and felt embarrassed, seeing that there were few people around, quickly leave.

The transparent Stanley touched his chin, "It's better not to tell the little apprentice that I'm still there, I'm so excited," and followed.

After a week of opening, everyone in the Emerald City knows that the special Moore canteen will come here if they want to eat, and the people at the door are still queuing, surrounded by people, and the magic vine elves hired are very competent, much better than Vivier up.

Moore watched, the people who bought the food hadn't left yet, the noise inside was a bit loud, passing through the crowd, Moore saw a big sword standing on the table.

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The writing is a bit boiling, this is the life in the imaginary house, there is no robot to deliver food, and it is good to have a magic vine