After the busy night's business ended, the girls returned to their dormitory. Meg, who was about to close the door, saw Milo and Garland standing outside.
He remembered that these two had already had dinner, and were waiting outside now. They must be waiting for him.
These two were just ordinary people, so Meg was not in a hurry to close the door.
"Hello, Boss. May I have a word with you?" Garland stepped forward and smiled at Meg. "I am Garland, the editor-in-chief of Whole Foods and Beauty magazine. I tasted your food today, and I was amazed. I would very much like to communicate with you."
"Whole Foods and Beauty?" Meg frowned slightly. He had some impression of this magazine. He had browsed through the top magazines on the Norland Continent before, and Whole Foods and Beauty was among them.
What left a deep impression on him was not the magazine itself, but a gourmet named Milo. He was good at satire literature, and used his poisonous tongue to diss all the big businesses. He was quite special in the gourmet articles.
Of course, it was mainly because he reminded Meg of himself in the past …
What a shameful past.
However, compared to him, this little brother's skills were still a little lacking.
His choice of words was obviously a little restrained. He was not at the level where he could control his words freely, and was not free and unrestrained … Anyway, he was not as good as him.
Moreover, he was thinking that if he had the chance to meet him, he would have to remind him to take it easy. After all, those chefs were mostly petty. If they were not careful, they could be cursed to the alternate world. But chefs.
After all, not everyone was a Son of Providence like him. Transmigrating to a different world, reaping a cute baby, and even being assigned a wife. Only he could encounter such a situation.
"Wait, Milo?" Meg glanced at the tall, square-faced middle-aged man standing at the side. When he entered earlier, the omniscient door had popped up his information. His name was Milo. Could he be that little brother?
"Hello, I am Milo. I am a gourmet." Milo saw that Meg was looking at him, so he could only brace himself and greet him. He carefully observed the changes in Meg's expression.
It was no secret that he had a bad reputation among the food and beverage industry.
"Hello, I'm Meg. It's nice to meet you." Meg smiled and nodded. He felt as if he had met someone of the same trade.
He was very pleased that there were people in this world who could earn money while carrying a keyboard. This was such an inclusive world.
"Thank you." Milo was flattered. He muttered to himself that there was actually a restaurant owner who liked him. It was really surprising.
"What can I do for you?" Meg looked at the two and asked. The two little guys were still waiting for him to tell them a story to coax them to sleep, so he didn't intend to welcome them in.
Garland was also aware of Meg's hard work, so she went straight to the point. "You may not know this, but under the publicity of several magazines in the same industry, Amy's and your several dishes have been loved by readers all over the world. After Milo and I tasted them, we were impressed by your cooking skills. We hope to have the opportunity to listen to you tell us the story behind these dishes in our free time. I think this is also what readers want to know."
"My influence is already so big?" Meg looked at Garland in surprise. He knew that some of the restaurant's regular customers were gourmets. Randy, who had just hooked up with a rich woman, was one of them. But he didn't expect that the articles they wrote had already spread Amy's influence to all parts of the Norland Continent.
"Yes, the charm of delicious food is irresistible. Your Amy's has already been regarded as a holy land in many people's hearts." Milo nodded. Although he had always scoffed at this so-called holy land, this time, he very much agreed that Amy's could be promoted as a holy land.
Meg looked at the two of them, and his mind spun quickly. Influence meant traffic, and to him, traffic meant fans that could be converted.
"In that case, let's talk again after tomorrow's business hours. It's a little late today, and the children need to sleep," Meg said with a smile.
"Alright, then I won't disturb your rest. See you tomorrow." Garland quickly smiled as he watched the restaurant's door close slowly. Then, he gave Milo a high five.
"Let's eat all we want tomorrow. We have enough funds. We came to the right place this time." Garland couldn't hide his excitement.
"Hehe, then I won't stand on ceremony." Milo chuckled. He had always been good at taking advantage of the rich.
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"Father, where's Mother? Isn't she coming back to sleep today? " Amy asked as she sat on the high stool behind the counter, swinging her short legs as she hugged Ugly Duckling, who was already asleep.
Anne stood at the side, and also looked at Meg.
"She might have something else to do today, and will be home later. Amy and Anne can go to sleep first, okay?" Meg said with a smile.
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, and slid down from the high stool.
"Come on, let's go upstairs." Meg brought the two little fellows upstairs, and arranged for them to wash up first. When the two little fellows changed into their pajamas and lay on the bed, he started to tell them bedtime stories.
"What kind of story do you want to hear today?" Meg asked the two little fellows as he sat on the bed, and looked at them with anticipation.
Amy raised her hand, and said, "I want to hear the story of the prince and the princess."
Anne nodded as well.
"You're so young, and you already know about the prince and the princess. That's not good." Meg stroked his chin. Most of the princes in fairy tales were arrogant and lascivious.
For example, the prince who had designs on the unconscious Snow White, or the prince who was lustful and took the boots to look for Cinderella all over the world, or the prince who was blind and couldn't see the mermaid, and was even more of a jerk than Hong Shixian …
He had to give the two little girls the right values at the right age. He couldn't let them indulge in such unequal stories.
"Let's not talk about the prince and the princess today. Let's talk about the story of the pony crossing the river, okay?" Meg said with a smile.
"Okay." Amy nodded, and immediately asked curiously, "Why did the pony cross the river?"
"It started from a stable. In this stable lived a mare and a beautiful pony. One day, the mare said to the pony, 'You've grown up. Can you do something for your mother?' The pony jumped up and down and said, 'Why not? I'm very willing to do something for you. 'The mare … "
Meg told the story in a gentle voice, and the two little fellows listened very seriously.
"The pony crossed the river. It turned out that the river was not as shallow as Old Cow said, and it was not as deep as Squirrel said." Meg ended the story.
But the two little fellows continued to stare at him, not wearing any pajamas.
The silence lasted for a while.
"And then?" Amy couldn't help but ask.
"Then … the pony crossed the river," Meg answered instinctively.
"So the pony only crossed the river, and it became a story, and then it tried to trick us into sleeping?" Amy blinked.
"Uh …"
Meg muttered to himself. He realized that the little fellows were getting harder and harder to take care of. He could only imitate the tone of a primary school teacher and say, "So, what does this story tell us?"
"You must learn to swim. That way, crossing the river will not become a story to trick children into sleeping," Amy said with a serious face.
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