Chapter 17: Boss, please give me another Yangzhou fried rice.

McGonagall entered the kitchen. The rice that was placed in the rice cooker was just finished. First, a bowl of rice was served, and then it was dried for a while. Then, I purchased a piece of Yangzhou fried rice with a credit line and started the second Yangzhou fried rice. .
The restriction on purchase, McGonagall will not be considered now, and a thousand copies of Yangzhou fried rice is not a joke. However, if the restaurant business is really hot in the future, in order to allow more people to eat, it is a rule to respect the guests.
As for the system proposal, he is not stupid. Most of this guy wants him to resume his semi-disabled state.
"The opinions put forward by this system are all for the host to go further on the road of the kitchen god." The sound of the system suddenly sounded.
McGonagall raised his eyebrows and did not expect his thoughts to be systematically interpreted. Instead, he was frank and asked: "System, I will give you a suggestion to let me go further on the road of the kitchen god.

"Host please say." The system answers.
"I think you should cut the price of this ingredient by half." McGonagall said seriously.

The ingredients provided by this system are taken from...
the system responded.
"I have the same attitude towards your suggestion." McGonagall did not wait for the system to finish, it was a straightforward end to the conversation.
"..." There was a line of ellipsis in Meg's mind.
Meg's mouth is slightly tilted and begins to process the ingredients quickly.
Joke, when he was famous for his poisonous tongue, the tongue warfare had never been lost, and none of the powder was brushed. The system was not a piece of cake.
Ink white will sit and feel the changes in the body. After eating a Yangzhou fried rice, the feeling of warm body will slowly fade away, but the feeling of tiredness has not disappeared, but the true existence, the grip He clenched his fists and his state was similar to that when he just got up this morning.
"To this extent, it should be able to get the upper half of the bottle to restore the potion, and there is no feeling of overdraft. A bottle of intermediate recovery potion costs 20 gold coins. I consume one bottle of intermediate potion every day, and the two bowls are delicious. Yangzhou fried rice with better efficacy is only 12 gold coins, so it is too cost-effective to calculate it." Ink quickly calculated an account in his heart, and the conclusion reached his eyes bright.
Forging of each weapon requires swinging the hammer with a weight of nearly a hundred pounds. The high salary also corresponds to the high-intensity labor and forging skills.
In the past few years, in order to complete the workload, you need to drink a bottle of smelling intermediate recovery potion at noon.
However, the dependence of this thing is too strong, and he has already felt that because the body is slowly being corroded for a long time, he continues to maintain the forging precision for up to five years.
The day when the precision was lost, that is, when his signboards in this chaotic city collapsed for decades.
Although the price of a weapon of at least 1,000 gold coins saved him a lot of savings, he knew that the money was not enough for the thing he wanted to do. He was too little for five years. He at least It takes ten years of high-intensity forging every day.
This Yangzhou fried rice is like a sudden light in the endless darkness for him, and he suddenly saw hope.
"Try again and try it. If the recovery effect is really good, then you can eat it every day!" I still think that this money has a bit of pain, but compared with the potion that I want to vomit, it is delicious. And the price is still cheaper, nearly half of Yangzhou fried rice, if the effect is the same, how to choose is not a dilemma.
"Dwarf grandfather, you just didn't say that you wouldn't fall in love with this taste?" Amy would have finished eating her Yangzhou fried rice, licked her lips and looked at the white-smiling smile. It’s innocent and full of innocence.
Ink White was red-faced by Amy’s old face, and he coughed two channels:
I just tested the boss and saw if he had confidence in his cooking. He didn’t expect him to be so good at cooking, but he was not confident. So I am improving his confidence."

Is that really the case?
Amy looked at the white with some suspicion.
"Of course it's true, I'm not the kind of person who hasn't tried it before, so I don't want to eat it." Ink white nodded seriously, with a bit of pride in his tone.
"Then I will be true." Amy looked at her in a helpless look, slipped out of the chair and took the plate into the kitchen.
"I...I..." White felt that he was being despised again, and was looked at by a little girl with that helpless look, as if she had already seen everything.
In the kitchen, McGonagall listened to the white-and-white conversation, and Amy easily went to nothing, and the corner of his mouth could not help but rise.
Little girl is very talented, it is my daughter, this poisonous tongue property can be developed casually, with her cute appearance, can completely make people suspect that life is still not angry, this feeling is not too cool.
"If you want to eat, I will do more for a while, then give you a small bowl." McGonagall smiled and took the plate to the side, watching Amy say.
"Father, you are very good to Xiaomi." Amy looked up at McGonagall. The little face was full of worship. The father who woke up yesterday changed like a person, and it was really good. .
In the white, the white and white looked at the father and daughter in the kitchen. He looked at the scene. He saw a child standing in front of the fire and looking up at the scene of the man who was concentrating on the hammer. He has not seen it for many years. Knowing how he has been, it seems that he owes too much to him.
"Go outside to sit, father must first give guests fried rice." McGonagall nodded with a smile.
"Okay." Amy wisely responded, happy out of the kitchen, climbed to the high stool behind the counter, holding his chin in his hands and looking at the white, "Dwarf grandfather, don't worry, your fried rice soon It will be done, let's wait a little longer."
"Yeah." This white ink came back to me, nodded and looked at Amy, a rare smile.
"Guest, your fried rice." McGonagall put the fried rice in front of the white, smiling.
"Good." Ink white nodded and looked at the fried rice without fine art. With a full of hope, he took a spoonful of spoon and put it in his mouth. The taste was as intoxicating as before. The fried rice swallowed, and the warm feeling rose again, nourishing every flesh and blood in the body.

Sure enough, it works! It’s better than the intermediate recovery potion!
The white eyes are full of surprises.
I don't know if I have already eaten a copy and relieved enough muscle fatigue. He feels that the second meal is not only to relieve fatigue, but also to nourish the muscles that are worn all year round. Although this nourishment is very weak, but those places are so painful when it is rainy, but now they feel particularly comfortable, just like having a pair of warm hands to help him gently press.
"Boss, please give me a Yangzhou fried rice." The fried rice in front of him has not finished eating, and the white ink suddenly looked up and looked at McGonagall, and his eyes were already with a little respect.