: One thousand nine hundred and twenty-four

McGonagall had some idea of ​​going to the outside world recently.
After all, the city of chaos is a city with only a hundred years of history, and its cuisine is extremely shallow.
According to the system, if you want to become a chef, in addition to gaining more believers and allowing more people to learn to cook with him, he also needs a real blend of knowledge and ability to find different ingredients in a different world. Create and cook different cuisines.
This is a new challenge and a new journey for McGonagall.
The restaurant is very good, the guests are also very good, the comfortable life, people do not want to leave this comfort zone.
However, McGonagall was still looking forward to this challenge. He also wanted to truly understand this ancient and mysterious continent, to explore the mysterious and unknown ingredients, to taste the cuisines of the world, and get more inspiration.
Let the food of the earth collide with this world, and then let them become a flame of food, igniting the entire continent.
Just thinking about it, McGonagall thought it must be very interesting.
Of course, there is another very important reason.
He needs some time to try to find the seals of the old rulers who may be scattered all over the Nolan continent, and seal them again before they break away from the seal.
He has begun to love this world gradually, so he cannot let anyone destroy it.
However, before that, he should not be too ill-treated to the guests who are used to eating in the Mai Mi restaurant.
So he needs a successor.
Phyllis who is hardworking and diligent is the first choice.
Under the finger of McGonagall, Phyllis made rapid progress.
McGonagall doesn't expect her to learn all the dishes in a short time, but hopes that she can learn one or two of the more representative dishes in each category, so that even if he is not in the restaurant, the guests can eat Different cuisines.
However, Phyllis alone is obviously not enough. Hasselt and Chebman, who have been stationed in the city of chaos, have already been on the list of McGonagall.
These two are true culinary enthusiasts, and have a cooking experience that Phyllis can't match. If they are in the kitchen, McGonagall need not worry.
Tofu brain is a food that needs to be prepared in advance. McGonagall explained to Felice and Anna, which is a little more detailed than the recipe he obtained before, and added some of his own personal experience and insight, which is his perfect for almost Once again, the optimization of the recipes may be only 0.01%, but at least a little improvement.
"Okay, now the tofu brain has been ordered. Let's wait for it to take shape." McGonagall flicked their heads with their fingers.
Phyllis and Anna, who knew nothing about it, only felt that something suddenly rushed into their minds. The originally unclear knowledge point was like a dim light, all lit up at once, and Were strung together.
"Do you understand now?" McGonagall looked at them with a smile.
"Huh." Phyllis and Anna nodded at the same time.
"Okay, today's teaching is over. You digest and understand what you learned today. We will try it again at noon." McGonagall said with a smile, clapping his hands so that Phyllis could start. Prepare ingredients.
...
Outside the restaurant, the guests gradually lined up again.
In the morning, Milo was still in high spirits, which would hang his head and look a little depressed.
Garland stood behind him, a little owed in the smile on his face.
"Hi, Brother Luomai, why doesn't he look very happy? The wallet was stolen?" Randy came to the line, just behind Milo's side, smiling and saying hello.
"How do you know?" Milo turned back in surprise.
"Uh... This is really sad news." Randy shrugged his house, he just said casually.
"Yeah, I thought for a whole morning and I couldn't understand. I was worse than that broken wallet. The thief didn't steal my wallet." Milo nodded helplessly.
"For your size, people can't do it." Randy smiled.
Milo sighed: "Speaking of it, I still have a pity to replace my dear friend. The least valuable thing in my whole body is the purse. Since a hole was broken last year, I have regarded it as an ornament. Although there are many things stuffed inside, they are all light and small of yarn that are directly sewn into the purse."
Randy raised her eyebrows slightly, and the thief, who took a great risk, was afraid that he would collapse after opening the wallet.
However, the thought that Milo had to use fake wallets to decorate the facade was not easy for middle-aged men. At this moment, it was the most profound manifestation. He couldn't help but think of himself in those days when he often failed to receive the manuscript fee.
Obviously there were only a few bells of copper coins in the purse, and a fortress was also fortified, so that those beautiful girls could look at his dangling purse and bloated crotch more.
"Let unhappy things let him pass, anyway, we did not lose anything, want to be happy." Randy said with a smile.
"It would be better to talk about how you found this enviable job now? I also want to live a life where I woke up every day to worry about which rent to rent first." Milo looked at Lan seriously. Dee.
Garland also looked at Randy with interest, and by the way, wiped a hair of his own hair, he became more confident.
"This, it's a bit complicated to say." Randy groaned.
"Then let's start with how to be friends with a girl."
"It's simple, you just go up and confess." Randy replied.
"That's all right?" Milo didn't believe it.
"Well, when most girls refuse, they will say: You are a good person, but we are not suitable, let's be friends." Milo nodded. "You see, although we didn't confess success, but we made friends. The goal has been achieved."
"It turned out to be... learned!" Milo nodded suddenly.
"Then do you usually make friends with girls like this?" Milo asked again.
Randy shook his head: "No, I generally don't make friends with girls. I like older ones, who are sensible, live well, and don't stick to people."
"Oh," Milo's expression didn't understand, but he nodded.
"Gee, young man now, you taste, you taste." Garland shook his head, unable to hear the expression on his face.
"What does Brother Langa think?" Randy asked with a smile.
"The hero sees the same thing." Garland immediately raised a thumb, showing an expression that I also understood.
"Hey Hey……"
The two looked at each other and smiled.