Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Mag was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that Amy must have felt that he was not helping because he had not succeeded in registering the cash independently just now.

Putting down the bowl in his hand and looking at Amy's little eyes, Mag couldn't help but feel a little distressed, it seems that the little guy is still a little unconfident. In fact, in his eyes, Amy, who is only four years old, can do these things very well.

"Who said, how can our millet be useless? Today we can sell four fried rice, and most of it is due to millet. Secondly, four bowls of fried rice are 2400 copper coins at the cash register, millet is right, just Mobai Grandpa doesn't have that many copper coins, so he can only use these more beautiful and valuable gold coins as a substitute." Mag looked at Amy's eyes and shook his head seriously.

"Really?" Xiaomi listened to Mag's words, his eyes became brighter and brighter, but he was still a little unconfident.

"Of course it's true. Xiaomi hasn't seen gold coins before. It's my father's fault, because my father didn't even earn a single gold coin before. If I have to say who's at fault, it's because I didn't tell Xiaomi silver coins, Gold coins and dragon coins can be used to buy things just like copper coins, I should reflect on it and hope that our little Amy can forgive me." Mag nodded with a look of remorse on his face.

"No, how can you blame the father, the father is the best to Xiaomi." Amy shook her head vigorously, lowered her eyes, and said a little aggrieved: "Mr. Luna taught me, but... but then So many copper coins become so few gold coins, I just can't be ruthless, and there are too many to change, so..."

Mag's eyebrows trembled, and he almost couldn't help laughing. Amy's explanation was too cute, but looking at the little guy's cowardly eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The external environment has a great influence on a person's character development, especially at an age like Amy who is slowly shaping three views and forming habits.

The previous days were too poor, and the contempt of humans and elves for half-elves made her somewhat inferior and lacking self-confidence.

Fortunately, Amy is still young, and this kind of psychology is only a little germ. Mag believes that he can help her adjust slowly and become a confident little girl.

"In the future, I can't let Amy be ridiculed and looked down upon by others. I have to hold it in my hand and develop a happy little princess." Mag said to himself mentally.

But when it comes to arithmetic, the level of mathematics in this world is indeed a bit worrying. It is even worse than the arithmetic level of foreign passers-by in the previous life. It takes a while to calculate addition and subtraction with more than two digits.

In this world where culture is not widespread, this is not a strange thing, but Mag suddenly had some ideas about building Amy's self-confidence.

To say that China is one of the countries with the highest average level of mathematics on the planet, the table of nine-nine multiplication formulas, which act as an enlightenment, has made a huge contribution.

"Eat this bowl of fried rice first. After eating, your father will teach you a formula for arithmetic. After you learn it, you will be better than those students in Chaos Academy, and it will be easier to collect money in the future." Mag reached out and kneaded it. Rubbing Amy's hair, he put the small bowl in front of her and said with a smile.

"Really? Better than those brothers and sisters?" Amy's eyes lit up suddenly, and looked at Mag in disbelief. In her eyes, those brothers and sisters sitting in the classroom followed Lu every day. Teacher Na is very good in class.

"Of course it's true, when did father lie to you?" Mag nodded.

"Hmm, my father will never lie to Xiaomi, Xiaomi will study it obediently." Amy nodded and said seriously, and then began to eat obediently.

Mag looked at Amy, who looked cute, and also picked up the spoon and started eating. The 99 multiplication formula is a magic weapon. If Amy mastered it, it would be easy to abuse those children who were still counting additions and subtractions with their fingers.

The first step in improving self-confidence starts here.

After eating, Mag packed the tableware and chopsticks into the kitchen and looked at the greasy dishes in the sink. "

"This system is not an electrical appliance mall." The system replied.

"In a word, sell or not? I'll give you the money." Mag curled his lips.

The system was silent for a while, and then gave a line of quotation in words: "Basic dishwasher, can clean five dishes and ten spoons at a time, price: 3 gold coins."

"This system is really open to money, and it has no principles at all..." Mag rolled his eyes, and he could see through the bottom line of the system's integrity, but the price was quite acceptable, and he said without hesitation, "So cheap? I want one, and the money should be deducted from the credit line first."

"The payment is successful, the dishwasher is in place." Another line of words drifted past.

Mag looked at the bright silver dishwasher that had been connected to the power supply on the stove next to him. His eyes lit up. This thing seemed to be quite technological. He opened the lid and put in several dishes and spoons in the sink. , press the open button, the lid will automatically open in less than a minute, and the plate inside has become brand new and bright.

Modern technology is really convenient. Mag put the bowl and spoon away in satisfaction. Amy stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Mag expectantly and said, "Father, what are we going to learn?"

"Nine-nine multiplication table, millet, wait for me, I'll get a paper and a pen, and try to memorize a few lines today." Mag saw that there were no guests coming to the door for a while, so he said, and went upstairs to take one. A piece of paper and a pen came down, and then he sat at the desk and wrote down the stepped nine-nine multiplication table by dictation.

The writing in this world is naturally different from the writing on the earth, but the common writing is somewhat similar to the oracle bone inscriptions of Chinese characters. The numbers and Arabic numerals are the same, and there are always some striking similarities in the development of history.

Mag inherited the memory of his predecessor, so he has fully mastered the words and languages ​​of this world.

"My father's words look good." Amy watched Mag writing the multiplication table next to her, patted her little hands and praised, and looked at Mag with admiration. She used to think that Teacher Luna's words were the most beautiful, but Father's writing is even better than Luna-sensei's, each one seems to be engraved.

Mag was praised by Amy and looked at him with adoring eyes. When he was a child, he was forced to practice calligraphy for an hour every day and suddenly felt that it was worth it. Someone finally appreciated this good calligraphy, and said with a smile: "When there is time, father will teach him Is Xiaomi good at writing?"

"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded happily, and looked at the rows and columns of numbers on the paper in confusion, "Father, is this the nine-nine multiplication table?"