"System, can I swear?" Mag looked at the last two designs that could even be upgraded to Holographic Projection, and the price was even 100 gold coins, then 200 gold coins. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and say, "Why don't we just buy a new one?"
"Host, please respect yourself. Insulting the system may trigger a hidden mission," the system said seriously.
"Okay. I bought a watch last year. It's pretty." Mag nodded. He glanced at the level-4 set that could upgrade the holographic projection and perform all kinds of dances. He was indeed tempted. However, after looking at the price of 200 gold coins, he hesitated for a while before saying, "Upgrade to the level-1 set."
The most important thing now was to save money. Amy was still a novelty to the music box. She hadn't even learned the first song, so there was no need to upgrade it to holographic mode.
"10 gold coins have been deducted. The upgrade is in progress and will be completed in five minutes. The battery will be fully charged after the modification," the system said.
Meg looked at the empty counter where the music box used to be. The system would charge it anyway, so he didn't want to wait here. He picked up Ugly Duckling, and then slowly carried Amy upstairs.
Amy was sleeping soundly, so Meg didn't want to wake her up. He put the two little ones on the bed, and then went downstairs to turn off the light.
After washing up, Meg stood beside the little bed and looked at Amy, who was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his face.
He didn't expect to have such a cute little daughter. This transmigration, which was supposed to be a punishment, suddenly became so beautiful. He now had many beautiful expectations and visions for his future life. Starting from the restaurant, he would slowly integrate into Chaos City and this multiracial world.
The next day, Meg got up early. He had been busy the whole day, and he had started preparing ingredients. He didn't know until he became a restaurant owner that the breakfast restaurant had to start preparing in advance. He had skipped the step of buying fresh ingredients.
Today's business was even better than yesterday. The fact that roujiamo could help one lose weight had been spread by word of mouth, so there were several groups of fat customers.
The largest group was a group of eight rich ladies, who were even bigger than Harrison and the others. When they sat down, Meg was a little worried that the chairs would collapse. Fortunately, the custom-made chairs, which cost 10 gold coins each, were quite sturdy.
After eating the roujiamo, the scene was even more crazy. The customers nearby couldn't close their mouths. Meg didn't dare to look too much. It was a bit too much for his eyes.
In the evening, a customer took a roujiamo and asked Meg, "Mr. Mak, the sign at the door says one to rest day. Is your restaurant not open tomorrow?"
"That's right. The restaurant will be closed for one day every six days. Today just so happens to be the sixth day of operation, so tomorrow is the day off." Mag nodded with a smile. He had already lost count of how many times he had explained this today.
"Oh, I see. I was thinking of bringing my wife and children here tomorrow." That customer was a little disappointed upon hearing that. He thought for a moment before trying to persuade Mag again. "Your business is so good, so how much money are you losing if you don't open for business for a day? Besides, if some customers come tomorrow and your restaurant is not open, they might not come again. Look at other restaurants; they're open all year round. You're making us very uncomfortable."
"Yes, Mr. Mak, after eating your food, I can't eat other people's food. If I don't eat tomorrow, I will starve to death."
"Mr. Mak, so many of our regular customers will come here every day. If your business is going to be long-term, you can't just eat fish in three days and dry the net in two days. Isn't this torture for us?"
They were a little addicted to the food, and would crave for it if they didn't eat for a day. Now that they heard that Mag was going to take a day off, they were all trying to make him change his mind. They were even threatening him.
"You won't starve to death if you don't eat for a day. This is the rule set before the restaurant opened. I am the only one who can cook, and I have to leave some time to deal with other things, so I can't rest all year round." Meg shook his head and refused directly.
Hearing this, the customers looked at each other. Meg didn't want to negotiate at all. Ordinary restaurant owners would tremble with fear when asking for a day off, and would even squat in the restaurant all day long for fear that their regular customers would run away. No one would be as capricious as Meg.
However, these days, Meg had strictly adhered to the restaurant's opening hours. Even if there were dozens of people waiting outside, he wouldn't open the restaurant one minute earlier. Once the opening hours were over, even if there were still a bunch of customers who wanted to order, he would refuse without hesitation. Therefore, these words were just a struggle.
After seeing off the last group of customers, Meg closed the door and breathed a long sigh of relief. Finally, he could rest tomorrow.
He could understand the customers' vision of eating delicious food every day, but compared with playing with Amy, it was nothing for them to eat one day less every week. Not having holidays was already his biggest compromise.
Today's turnover was basically the same as yesterday's, which was already the limit of what he and Amy could do. There were less than 300 roujiamos left, and they could unlock them after a day's rest.
The power supply of the music box was changed, but Amy didn't notice that after humming along for two days, the little girl could now sing the whole song along with the original singer. Her musical talent was indeed not something he could compare with.
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"Father, are we going to the school to see Teacher Luna today?" Amy asked excitedly the next day, after waking up early in the morning. She climbed down from her small bed and climbed onto Meg's bed.
Meg, who rarely had a day without setting an alarm, opened his eyes in a daze and happened to meet Amy's clear and bright big eyes. The curtains were pulled open a little. It was probably Amy. He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already eight o 'clock. He hadn't slept so well in days.
"Yes, the restaurant is not open today. After breakfast, we can go out and play all day." Meg nodded. He sat up, smiled, picked up Amy, who was lying on the quilt, and tickled her. Amy giggled.
Amy waved her short little hands and wanted to tickle Meg too. The father and daughter's laughter echoed in the room.
"Meow, meow …" Ugly Duckling jumped back and forth on the ground. It even tried to stand up on its hind legs to see what was going on above, but it couldn't see anything with its short legs. It could only cry aggrievedly. It was kicked out of bed again today.
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