"It turned out that the little boss and Master Roma knew each other." The onlookers looked at this scene, some stunned, and then looked at Cyril with some pity, and really had different lives.

"Master Roma loves little boss."

"Yeah, the dignified legendary forgemaker, who claims to sell kitchen knives, can only be achieved by a small boss."

"Meng is justice!"

People whispered and looked at Amy with a smile.

Cyril stood awkwardly aside, forgetting to close his open mouth. At this moment, he was so anxious that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

I originally thought that this little ghost would seduce Master Roma and give himself a chance to perform.

But he never thought that this little ghost and Master Roma knew each other!

"Isn't that the hate uncle?" Amy greeted Roma, turned her head to look at Cyril, and her delicate brows frowned.

"Little Amy knows him?" Rom, who had been prepared to forgive Cyril, asked with a smile.

"Well, this uncle hates chicken, and she was embarrassed by the good teacher Luna, and also embarrassed the beautiful Miss Goloria. Anyway, she is a villain." Amy nodded his head and looked disgusted.

"I ..." Cyril glared at Amy, never thinking that he would be stung out when he knocked on the door, and it was still so critical.

"Master Roma, listen to me, it's not what she said. I ... I'm actually a good guy ..." Cyril explained hastily.

"Well, he's not a good guy. He's an out-of-the-box old lady, and he hates it very much." Vivienne, who had already reached the outside, pouted, a little bit disgusted.

"It seems Jeffrey has a headache this time." Michael smiled.

Rom looked at Cyril, his frown slightly, it seems that this guy is worse than he thought. It is not accidental to show off in front of him. If it is not for fear of being killed by his followers, I am afraid he will not appear here. Apologies so sincerely to him.

Cyril's heart was beating, his legs were beginning to tremble, and he could hardly bear the urge to kneel.

"Although I don't know you, it seems that what you have done is not just a whim. As an adult man, you should be responsible for your actions." Roma looked at his legs flexed calmly, and he was about to kneel down. "And, I'm the most annoyed by other people, especially men, you either go for it yourself, or you just wait to be blown away."

Cyril bent half of his leg straight and straightened, his heart was half cold, and glanced at Joey and Jos, who were ready to step forward, knowing that he was completely finished today, and red eyes turned to Romju Bowing, he turned and walked quickly towards the carriage.

He must now go home immediately. Only home is a safe place.

The crowd looked at Cyril's back with compassion. He was over now. The two words of Master Roma were tantamount to covering him with a coffin cover and nails by the way.

"Master Roma, it's been a long time." Michael took Vivian and his wife forward.

"Master City Lord!"

Then everyone noticed that the owner of the city was in a state of salute.

Roma also smiled and nodded to Michael, "Master, Lord, I haven't seen you in a long time."

"You don't have to be courteous. I'm here for dinner today. I am a guest at Maimi Restaurant like everyone." Michael waved his hand with a smile, and looked at Roma. "Let's wait in line for a while and wait at the table again. chat."

"City master, please in front of us, we can just stand behind." The guests standing behind Master Roma have stepped back a few positions.

"Don't make room for me, we line up in accordance with the rules." Michael waved with a smile. "The city of chaos is a city with rules, and Mai Mi is also a restaurant with rules. We have to follow the rules."

Everyone heard a smile, and everyone was happy to abide by the rules of the Maimi restaurant, because of the delicious food, but also for the special atmosphere that everyone maintains and creates together.

Here, the gap between races and the gap between identities all seem to be insignificant.

Because of the harsh rules, but not difficult to accept the rules, and because of the delicious food that makes people feel happy.

"Sister Vivian, uncle City Lord, and pretty aunts." Amy greeted everyone, said goodbye to Roma, and hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

"What a lovely little girl." The lady of the city, Monica, looked at Amy bouncing away with bright eyes.

"She's Amy's daughter Amy, she's also the little owner of Mai's restaurant, and she's a student of Luna, the real treasure of Mai's restaurant." Wei Wei'an introduced.

"It's so cute, much more adorable than when you were a kid." Monica said with an envious look: "How happy her mother was to have such a little cute."

"Mother, I'm still a baby ..." Vivian said with a complex expression.

Michael bowed his head: "Whoever said that, I think our family Vivian grew up cute, with big eyes, big nose, big ears ..."

"Well, father, you can also shut up." Vivian rolled her eyes. "Am I a pig?"

"No, you didn't call yourself a pig girl for a while when you were a kid." Monica chuckled, and seemed to remember a funny past.

"I can testify that your mother didn't lie," Michael echoed.

"Okay, okay, I know. Fortunately, I was not born in winter, otherwise I have to suspect that I picked it up in the snow." Wei Wei'an said helplessly.

"Even if it wasn't picked up in the snow, it might have been picked up from a garbage dump." Monica reminded with a smile.

Vivian stopped and looked at Monica seriously: "Mother, I won't bring you next time."

"Then I have to come with my husband." Monica held Michael's arm in her arm and smiled.

Michael shrugged slightly, saying that there was nothing he could do about it.

"Well, since that's the case, then I'll ... reluctantly be with you." Vivian looked at the two for a while, and soon smiled again, holding Monica's arm.

"Every time, every life." In the restaurant, McGonagall watched Wolverine get on the carriage and left for Cyril, and smiled and shook his head. The incident that Amy happened to bump into was agitated, and finally Cyril resolved the problem himself A little hope was erased, and he could only go back to meet the anger from Jeffrey.

Amy went into the restaurant, hung the little schoolbag on the ugly duckling, looked up at McGonagall and said, "My father, I just met the old grandfather who sells kitchen knives just now. He is so pitiful that he runs so far It ’s better to buy some kitchen knives in this place. ”